The sun lights my sadness, My heart
Is like an early Earth, where no joy is birthed,
Merely consumed by iron flames and gray rock.
From my blankets I turn, to face the Suns smirk,
He knows dew drops and seas of which I’ve yet to dream;
He knows the door I hide behind shall never lock.
And my heart joins me at noon, when gloom of early day
Resides to memory, and only then I see the sky cream,
The grass green, and my tall hope hiding behind the willow tree.

I reach, tall as I am, yet to no success, I am cursed to remain
sad; and once more, as horizon captures the foolish Sun,
Does my heart light my night and from it I can never run.