we drink summer in paper cups
and let the warmth reach
the core of our bones
we try to sit still as we hope
for sunny skies to stay afloat

but there are brewing storms
some carrying lovers’ drifting odes
some harbouring none but fleeting cold

let the warmth remain
dandelion days will come again
for seasons may unceasingly change
but love, there’s a Love
that doesn’t ever fade

Knees scorched and my heart is warm.
Reminiscing days of ocean blue.
Instead I sit in my armour.
Protecting the fierceness of winter breeze.
Hot and cold tend to possess this intensity.
Red licks upon cedars wood, reminding me of the significant vessel I occupy, is capable of feeling too.
There is a certain life to a flame, that I find difficult to express, so instead I will exist in this body.
Reminiscing.

whisper in my neck
wrap your arms around me
tell me you love me

Death is to become sunshine,
To break open the self to the world,
In sunwheat gold and peasant hearth,
(The sun is the only empire of peasants)
Every grain of annihilation is still a seed,
And the sunlight carries the sleepless dead,
Their melted voices are warm upon our ears,
The sounds rooted in, but when we do not hear,
No more than the dead worshiping the dead.

The sun
It shines brightly some days.
Causing eyes to squint,
Skin to burn,
Sleeves to roll up.

Other days is peeks behind clouds.
A shy child in a new place,
Unsure of their desire to come out and play or hide away.
Teasing us with warmth,
But not staying long.

Some days the sun doesn’t shine at all.
Leaving the clouds to cover the sky,
Like a grey blanket,
Not warm,
But daylight all the same.

People are like the sun.

Some days they uplift each other,
Eyes squinted as laughter flows through them,
Hearts burning with joy,
Huge smiles rolling up the corners of their mouth.

Other days people are in new surroundings.
Shyly trying to meet new people,
To make the right first impression.
Unsure of which decision is the right one,
To choose to go out or stay inside.
Teasing smiles,
A fleeting look.

Some days people are less happy.
Absent minded,
Stuck inside their heads.
Letting the world continue around them,
Not present,
But here all the same.

Someone can be the sun in your life,
Brightening your days,
Lighting up your world with a smile,
And still be able to cause you pain.

To be your brightest star on your darkest days,
And yet be the reason some days are gloomier than others.

But that also doesn’t mean they aren’t the Sun to you.

There she lay
Shrouded in the darkness off his mind
Her eyes were as bright as the moon
She had nothing to hide
I think there was a spark
He felt a warmth from within
But the light eventually succumb
And his mind went back to numb