Sword In The Sun
When I feel the sun is lower than it is, I tend to drift more to the night side.
Feeling the stars are warmer than they could possibly be,
As far they are from my world.
It is not actual warmth I yearn for
But the waves of fire that come
With every thought or memory or fantasy
That has passed through my mind as quickly as it has arrived.
Sometimes they bring pain, followed by a sheer abyss of ecstasy