mmm, cleanliness.
soft soft shame.
teardrops of morning dew that just
evaporate the blame,
and with it comes the morning sun
to rise and rise again,
the star that brings
the light of day
that burns away the pain,
the star that
WILL NOT ANSWER
when I call it by its name.

my love, my love,
my sun above,
the shadows and the rain.
you end the dark
and each day starts
with your sweet sugarcane.
my love won't wane
until the day
my sunshine shies away.
and then we part,
the summer starts,
and love
     will find
         a way.