Kiss the Sun
Kiss the sun, fly with the wind,
to live is a fire raging within.
Be not some featherless bird
or to a fallen angel akin.
For all creation stands in awe
of a lovers gaze
when the onlookers around them
deftly
fade
away.
Slightest brush, skin to skin
It begins...
Unleashed fury of gale force winds
to satiate the hunger within
Sit not upon the rivers edge
where past living waters run
to ponder what cannot be changed
Again I say, kiss the sun...
The glory of life and love unrestrained
breathe beyond all mortal bounds
the cure for every remaining dream
for this even the fallen angels bow
the sorrows of awe-less scenes.
Or would you dare this passion reprove
by scorn and maddening pride?
As if the risk of impossible kiss
bore lesser profit
than the living of a lie.
Spiritless souls breed rainbows of grey,
A flameless campfire,
or pirouette on broken legs.
So dull is life unknowing
the awe of envies sigh
to know you hold the priceless grace
for such passion another would die.
What comfort warm
or excess steep
would you cast like a snowflake
on the sea... Lost in love and unredeemed
in hopes that someday it was said...
My God,
This was written of me
For I have kissed the Sun!
Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2014
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