Sun.

[on_earth]

This was written due to playing Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here a million times.

Sun

The sun calls down upon you,
One more time.
She reaches out to embrace you,
there is no sound.
The air is full of breathing,
the tide of lulls,
sweeping across the land is eternity,
in the land of golden sun.

Cradled in your arms is life,
your heart encapsulated in it.
She stares down,
eyelashes sweeping tenderness,
her eyes glistening with recognition of song.

Here,
bare,
the sun as your witness,
love by your side.

She is calling,
no other is crooning,
steadily is she singing,
and finally the resolution,
the soaring crescendo of experience --

Life calls on the other side,
no other murmur,
you tell her one last time,
time expiring at last.

In the land of the golden sun,
the sun bares no more of your memory,
as the weight of your skin.

Love will guide you once again,
as the sun sets,
and this time is no more.

-AY