As the old man Sun caressed my face,
I felt his wizened old hands as he traces lines down my jaw and chin,
The tuppity-tap-tap of him drumming a beat on my throat
And I felt
The warmth of his rays, of him
His love for me and all beings,
Filling us with his warmth and letting us know
You Are Not Alone,
Even if you have nobody else
You will still have me,
And my rays,
Reaching you from miles and miles away

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