It is time,
It is time of my season
To bask in light
And scream joyously
Without reason.

It is time alas,
When the sun meets me halfway
Kisses me gently
And pulls me astray.

I love to love him from a distince
For his light is enough,
To burn me out
In an instance.

Too afraid to get any closer
Too afraid to be any bolder,
I just want to hold him
For a minute too longer,
Till I can feel his strength
Making me stronger.

He is my sun
His disposition is his sunshine,
He brightens my days
With enlightened thoughts of ways
From his beautiful mind.

Wish it were always tropical,
Wish it were always this magical.
Wish he didn't have to go away for so long,
Wish it were the tropics
From where I belonged.

I can rest easy with knowing,
That he is never too far
From me glowing.
For he meets me halfway
Every half a day.

One day I shall
Be brave to touch the sky
Hold his hand
And away with him
Will I fly.