The Sun is passing through the sky,
Eternal circle. It is morning.
His unending cycle reminds me that what is,
can also be, or seems to be just Life.
Recalling what I once remembered,
I forget the needless details
and forge new memories.
To recall is to forget,
and that too is a cycle endless and
a never ending stream springs from a single thought
perhaps part of a dream
that once recalled is immediately forgotten.
I awake and see the sun, he’s so
majestic, never rushes.
He takes his time to warm my bones,
to warm my seas, to make my green earth
And I wonder if the Sun will ever changes his course
and make the polar caps, silent neath their tears of icy white,
Become green gardens in some years.
The years that pass, as the sun is passing now, leaving my line of sight
to push aside, but with a gentle kiss, the moonlight night.