Sun

All time, all our time

A voice of sight
arises through the source
alight, though battles force you down, again

O faith, endure
the souls I’ve had before
accept or change the sun inside the heart (the storm) decides

Who hears the call within
a life, an aim reformed the dawn
a chain of breath restores a chance

The past, we know, is gone
and why this rite is what I’ll keep alive
when you ask of me the choice
I remain always as close to free
as our last wild hope,

Outside of the art, beyond the fear
so long as you are my sun, my air
I will not give up our truth,
securing our love, our dream

Now I can see our part
above the arc a sign begins to form