No, not me.
As I understand what,
All the reasons be.
I hold my own hand.

No, not you.
As you understand why.
The reasons are few.
Your hand stretched out high.

And please let me tell you,
I am not defined by,
The Sun, the Moon, the Ocean, nor Sky.
But by the love that I am.
By the love that is Sunshine.

And yet, with love
My craze in knowing blinds some.
My daze in light can look numb.

But I can be felt, can't I?

This modesty is key,
In all, in none, and knowing me,
And the freedom in the breeze.

Stories are built in this mess of love.
Into the dark, up above.

Everything, except what I know, comes with me.

The mystery is felt.
Be that known, my soul is happy,
Feeling all the threats melt,
In love's Aura.

Just don't forget to feel the Sun.
It's in your soul, the true one.
Not for anyone to take.

Just don't forget to love the Sun.
Source yourself, and worship none.
And with that, you'll know...

*I'll always love to feel you.