daughter of the sun — a conversation with something incomprehensible.

the very last of the rays hit the window
It desires to shine more,
sits behind the curtains
your eyes to close.

It became extremely somber,
and inconsolable
unable to be omnipresent…

Oh, but it’s there, they are there,
where brightness blinds vision.
Capture its thereness with your soul.
“A transient visitor,” screams a toddler.

Everybody, come greet her.
It’s celestial, it is indeed cosmic
And perhaps not even fleeting
she could even be my mother.

a lonely mother burning to sustain us.
But regardless of her character,
Her beauty today is incomprehensible.

You are ethereal in nature.
You hold no scruple to bedazzle.
Sometimes you burn too loud
And yet still long to linger.

All this for what?
For mankind to look at you? And ponder?
For you are eternally unreachable.
It is a heartbreak.
admiration tangled with distance.

This miserable void aches for your warmth.

And at the end,
I die, we all die,
and life as we know it ceases to exist.
Despite it all, you will rise again.
there….right there’s a strange comfort.