He knew the sun wasn’t there.
Its life giving rays: hidden. Though,
It wasn’t just the warmth he missed
It was that way it created life
Where once there was dust.
The seeds that grew from oxygen
Flowered to brighten dark eyes.
He yearned for its smile,
When it seemed it had set into
Deserts full of yesterdays skulls,
Drying like hopes of the young.
He cried sorrow into his own soil
To germinate that seed he missed.
To raise that brilliant sun once more.
Then, when it came to brighten
Dark corners once filled with dust
He rejoiced like a lost child
Taken from the fists of dark
He leapt for its golden love and
Knew that home was within his grasp.