Father and Sun, Again

When the door's open, like a lady in waiting I tip my hat as she beamingly frets. As I glimpse into the way she brings, the breath of Spring fills my very being. I go to explore what she has in store, brazenly shone blooms, 'tis I to pluck 'um? Away I stepped, said, "None of that, it's me-neighbor's, tho' does owe favors." So I waltz away with my boutonnière, glide gleaming, and kept on dreaming, Of time to be, in eternity, with a son I adore, went to war and saw no more. I realized that darkness befell my eyes, a Sun over here had now disappeared, People are saying it's a solar eclipse and that the Sun no longer can glimpse ... Like my son, Sun too is gone, but Sun will be back, thank God for that. Sun owes me a day of days, do hope that Sun doesn't keep her father waiting.