Like the sun

Like the sun;
so bright,
yet hidden by clouds.
I still see your light.

it warms my heart
to look up and see,
to imagine I can reach that sun;
that I can hold you close to me.

so often does life
send in it's mists
but I'll float on through
because my sun insists.

but if ever it goes,
my sun that I love,
will I settle for artificial light;
will I ever again look above?