I am the sun,
not universally loved or craved...

I can't keep up anymore,
my body is deteriorating...

Warm medley softens
cross and waning eyes that search...

Time is cut off,
like the airway to my breathing...

Devout violinist draw your bow
Play what your heart means to show...

I sing from my wide open heart,
not worrying about where I will live...

The nude grain is a sage effortless thinker
who memorizes the swift stages of the sun...

I admired
the singed haze...

Deep inside a glance
there is an individual stance...

Even in these challenging days,
my heart can only sing if your presence lingers...

My love
you are the water...

Where did they come from?
Leaves holding crowns of tempo...