my oh my,
     how that sun is tiring
how it cracks through the sky
   how the light is firing
bathe our bodies in the warmth
    the rays break upon our core
we always ask for more
    but the hills begin to warn
to shade our eyes
   to rest our minds
       and trust it will still rise.

We are discordant,
shadows erupting
from quiet spaces;
rustling a clarity
in static waves.

Scented like rain,
you swallow keys
and fingertips
flow along lips
like locked doors.

Eyelashes dovetail
in dreamy mist;
they are whispering,
billowing smoke,
calling lightfall.

I feel like I'm a sunflower,
My eyes always follow the sun.
It has some sort of power -
An attractive force, for one.

I feel I have sunflower seeds,
I'm always crushing them for oil.
Maybe I'm just crushing,
And re-embursing into the soil.

I feel my green is yellow,
And my yellow surely lime.
Maybe I absorb the sun's hello,
And reflect hello in time -
In time to stand up tall,
In waits of more lightfall.

I've many leaves, fond of the sun they are.
But not as much as I, for they are still.
I am mobile, like a motor car,
And they can't move, like a green hill.
Yet, hills get not in my way,
For I look above their dismay.

The sun makes me happy.
Just a light to my day.
Here's a sunflower chappie,
Chew it and look the sun's way.

My roots, the sun cannot see.
And that's what truly defines me.
If the sun were to know, it'd blow,
Or maybe more spectacularly glow.

I cannot remove my eyes from the sun.
It's attractive force on my eyes, a ton.
Funny thing is, I'm the sunflower,
And you're the sun.