Golden Sun


my golden sun kills the whispering mind
there is no shine in the morning's eastern mist
neither does he kill the birth of shadows when he conquers the west

my golden sun is everywhere in every place
he is in the presence of my mind
in the breath of morning light and the quietness of dark night

my sun is a fire in my soul
a river that flows through my veins trembling my being breaking tears

where i am is where i am supposed to be, there my sun will be
my sun is where i am
where i am my golden son will be

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