SunLight

Of Candles and Due,

Of Fire and Grass

We are all in a maze with our minds here and there;

Of heat and of Warmth,

Of Air and of Breath;

I breathe in my air like ‘ere I have lived.

In the sun I see round as I feel it speak,

To me it says “Glow” as to those it says “woe”,

Is it time when I shall feel the light of my air;

On the due, and my roundness of warmth

On the ground that is yours.

I will still see you today as tomorrow and more,

Though I feel with my warmth for those yearnings I pour;

Is it the heat that I shall give or due that you see?

Will I choose this or another to be my companion in time as space I AM;

For the cradle will still light

As the light that I AM.

The Light will still grow longer, my warmth will caress;

The due on my hand as it drips from my face;

This is my story for all to hear,

Of Life, Of cycles, Of speech and of Fear;

To walk through in me, you will have to see clearly;

The paths in front of feet and hands daily.

By Sharika Raman