The Sun

The sun so large, so immense, casts a shade

Contains life that spreads like a wild fire

Induces growth as it begins to fade

Reaching the heavens as it aims higher

The sparks of passion, the scent of flowers

The aroma in strands of death, inhaled.

The taste of a spice in which empowers

Since creation, logic has not pervailed

As another sits, one can only wait

In that time, clarity, is no longer

As it falls, a lock revealed to a gate

An eclipse can only make it stronger

A beam of light can only go so far

And pray that it will reach another star.