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!