A Reflection on The Sun

What is a sunset? Is it the mere darkness that comes after we toil long in this world? Or is it the poetic death of another day? A death so wonderful, so breath taking that never is there one that is the same.

What is a sunrise? Is it the mere light that ignites the existence of our complacent lives? Or is it the beautiful resurrection of another day? A new start, clean canvas, but we fear to create.

I can feel the warmth of the Sons rays penetrate and soften the depths of my cold bitter heart. The warmth of your love fulfills even the most desperate of slaves, as if i was made with a missing part.