Dear Sun, Sun alive and unfixed
They once believed you were a star
Men of holy hearts at least, thought so
But Your light faded from them long ago.
Now that same light makes the darkest corridors
Blush like spring lovers,
Grasp like june roots
A love made rhythmic by faint leaves falling.
I know You are not just the center
But the essence, the timeless, the densest color perceived.
As you transform, with countless rays of light
And beg to blind us with each sweet peek.
Oh You. You are not just the star
Which holds in tender balance these fragments of life.
You are the Great Interceptor of frozen space
The alive and unfixed Sun who is senseless grace.
