If I could hold forever near,
And breathe eternally,
I would grant every breath, every smile-born tear,
Is a gift you’ve given me.
I search for words n’er penned before,
To quench this parchment soul,
And beseech the Gods of lot and store,
“Guide my hand to their eloquent flow.”
The seasons join,
The spirit walks on wings across the sky.
My maker speaks from crimson splendor,
Strong yet tender, eyes so wild and wise.
The sea-born garden of the sun,
Will caress the shore and sigh,
While the meek teach stillness to the strong,
The moon will teach the tide.
To seek the children of the sun,
As they struggle along their way,
For a rising sun, is a setting one,
In The Amber Cradle of Forever’s Day.
From love’s first blush, and dust to dust,
A rising sun, is a setting one.
You’re a piece of the sun, so go shine like one!
In The Amber Cradle of Forever’s Day!