Bestride the Sun

Sitting here bestride the sun,
Alone and content when I'm the only one.
Quietly I am thinking aloud; It's here,
Where my mind is simply, clear.

A flute-like melody begins to creep,
I harken the tune, taking it deep;
Into my soul it slowly leaks,
Golden in color as it silently speaks.

A crimson crescent forms my lips,
As my pearly teeth turn a white eclipse;
I laugh to myself for no one's around,
As the feeling settles, I'm left staring at the ground.

Time passes...

As I'm sitting here bestride the moon,
Alone and miserable as I sing a tune.
Quietly I am thinking aloud; It's here,
I find myself empty nearly every year.