The mourning sun: Helios

The mourning sun: Helios

I bloom—vivid and bold.

Set in your sky,

I burn gold.

From my light—

A sacred gift—

You thrive,

Grow grand and swift

Sport, art and dance 

to date—

from sea to sea—

My light you celebrate

But in your sky

I loom.

All daring to fly

I absorb, consume

Alone, miles away

In your sky

I long to never stay

Without say,

Without rest,

One day

I dim from crest

Light into shadow,

Spring into Fall, 

My light—vivid and bold

ceases to be.

From your sky, behold:

I will be free