I find solace in sunlight,
no matter how it is, Sweetie.
Get it? Solace? Sol? Sunlight?
You didn't just find the part of me
that's been lost for so long,
*You.
Found.
Me.*
When the others stars fell
silent
You burned ever brighter;
the glowing compass
awaiting this
day-dreamer,
night-thinker's
acceptance
of all of that Your Sun could bring.
I love it,
I love You
-there is no past tense to this-
and You didn't steal
or maim, or desecrate
this Moon,
for whatever it gave,
it gave willingly.
Where are you though,
Dear Missing Sun
May I take you home?
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
I find solace in sunlight,
no matter how it is, Sweetie.
Get it? Solace? Sol? Sunlight?
You didn't just find the part of me
that's been lost for so long,
*You.
Found.
Me.*
When the others stars fell
silent
You burned ever brighter;
the glowing compass
awaiting this
day-dreamer,
night-thinker's
acceptance
of all of that Your Sun could bring.
I love it,
I love You
-there is no past tense to this-
and You didn't steal
or maim, or desecrate
this Moon,
for whatever it gave,
it gave willingly.
Where are you though,
Dear Missing Sun
May I take you home?
