He Rules In Splendor

He knows his splendor Would be too much To take in all at once And so he announces his coming By revealing little bits of himself... A sun drenched tree in the distance A building all lit up in his glory... The windows ablaze with fire Little by little he creeps closer and closer To where I stand... Watering the grass. Not wanting to overwhelm me He creeps up from behind And I feel his touch On the nape of my neck Enveloped by warmth, I turn around For my kiss He then continues on his way Taking control of the sky Exuding his authority By turning everything in his path To pure gold. Slowly, but surely... He subjugates everything he touches Till he reaches his zenith in the sky And is the supreme ruler. This I know and of this I am certain That I am and always will be A worshiper of the sun!