The Sun

by RCM   Jun 12, 2006


I touched the sun I felt its burn
I drowned the earth with tears
I saw the moon before it turned
I held its atmosphere
I rode a cloud I touched the sky
I held a rainbow in my palms
I lived before I died
I worshipped you I kept from harm
I looked into your eyes
I saw the heart you took away
I said my own goodbyes
But nothing fills my nights and days
Like the dreams I have of you

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