The Sun

How benevolent,
How clear,
The sight of your light shakes of my every fear.

How free,
To wander every path,
That man has not yet discovered.

How all knowing,
So free to release all that you have inside, to burn every little thing, to shred every rock that tries to hit thee.

Yet so captivated in the eternal darkness of the galaxy.
The ever expanding, unending cold embrace, of infinite space.

How futile, your efforts to light every corner, of this wide expanded mystery.
For not even your rays can reach the end of the horizon we call infinity.

Yet so many twinkling stars, are there to light the way across the sea, of black and empty.

Ooh my dearest sun, now under the pale moonlight, I wonder, were are thee.
For the evening will soon come to and end,
and you will drive away the freezing touch of our darkness and infinite gloom.

How benevolent,
How clear,
For even if your light doesn't reach the corners of the galaxy,
it breaches the earths dark veil, and my minds eternity.