How is it..
that you wish
to be The Sun
itself?
But you don’t wish
to know
the place where all
his highest wealth
still lies..
the darkness
of a lonesome,
moonless
night?

I tried to teach you,
hand on heart,
I did, upon a time..
and may God
strike me down
if what I’m saying
is a lie.
It seems the only way
to reach you
is to make you feel
the loneliness
I felt..
for, brightest stars
are forged
from lonesome strife
that lingers
in the space of those
who left.

The strife
of losing those
who you loved most,
upon a sunny day.
Indeed, I am afraid,
my little sparrow..
that’s the only way.
It is what brought me
to my knees
and made me pray.

I do not think
we’ll meet again,
because The Sun
was set on us
a-many
yesterdays ago.
I only hope
you shine as bright
in eyes of others..
as upon a time
I did in yours.