I flew into the sun once and it was beautiful.
He filled me with a warmth like I've never known before.
So great was this warmth, I only wanted to draw closer.
Wherever he went, his light shone and lit up every crevice and place eventually freeing my heart from its dark tomb.
I can say that I truly loved the sun and would dread each night he went away.
You see, the sun was so captivating, he caught the eye of many and they, too, fell in love with the sun.
He was aware of his beauty so he used it to his advantage.
During the day, he'd stay, frolic and play until the dark would make herself known.
This is when he'd leave to be with the one he loved, the one he couldn't live without.
And so is the lesson I learned the hard way…
Never fly too close to the sun for you will get burned.
Oh! I will not stop
I still think at that
She salutes me
With a word
With a promise
With a look
Makes the sun
At the foggy days
At the dark night
As the moon comes
No the sun
And I will travel
By the train
fast and speed
the love is the deal between two hearts.
orange flower flicker shy
pinprick of light, puncture the sky
break the day, hold my face
kiss this sleeping heart awake
even the shadows have a softer outline
The battle done,
Remaining combatants one,
Gazing up to the gray cloak,
Tailored to the palace of the moon,
Threatened only by the ever-fading emissaries,
Of the ailing sun.
Each a perfect sentinel,
Of solar prowess technical.
The ceasefire teased opposite
By the lunar composite,
Of that sweeping cloak,
Where the moon once woke.
Neither one nor other,
As if my breath could the life
Of either titan smother.
an effort to make someone feel an image
The sun shines over those green trees
It makes the river greener
My mind happier
The birdsong makes the silence
Sound like a symphony
I can hear the leaves on the branches
Trembling by the soft and fresh wind
My feet in the cold water
Make the trees reflecting on it all blur
Those ravens remain quiet for once
This place makes the ravens peaceful
This is my definition of enchantment
i could smell
pink cotton candy and cinnamon in the breeze
buzzing chimes and bells
change machines ringing coins against metal
children laughing and running by
a few cars pass with their windows down and i feel
coarse sand in a damp bathing suit
against my skin
i see boxes of fireworks opening
and the sun is going down
if only i knew this was the last time we'd be there like this
Love is for the heart
The sun is love for the soul
Love can also burn
Haiku because your
Memory burns awfuly
Hurts in places old
caught between the sun and the moon
both become lost to me
and i find i am nothing more
than the vast and endless sky inbetween
changed my bio, here's what it used to be
icarus, i believe
is heavily overwritten
especially by me
but golden eyes
and golden wings
from the mind
of a poet;
it's our apollos
that drive our pens
to begin with
the breeze tickles her hair
and takes her worries with it.
the sun wants a break
just for a little while.
she misses the sun,
but knows it needs a minute.
she'll be here when it's ready.