The Sun And I Poem by O.S. Brooks

As I walk throughout my heart,
The space is still quite empty.
There is something not apart,
Those feelings not within me.

To fill the void,
I caress dreams,
And hug my daughters plenty.
Yet, when night ends and days begin
I ask the lord to simply,
Bless the child who holds my pulse.
A beat as pure as symphanies.

So, when the music of my soul,
Plays a loud I'm instantly,
Taken by the moment still,
While time, she waits against me.

The sun and I are still alive,
We share each others memories.
Yet, that is hope,
I wrote above,
The words I'd kill to see,
For when I spoke,
My thoughts to you,
My breath was not as free.

I held my own,
While you were home,
And loved to see your smile.
Your sunny days were just the same,
Yet, you are gone for now.
I walked along my memories,
In hope to meet you there,
But, you were gone,
My faded dawn,
And I felt much disppear.

Felt such pain, while losing you,
The tears ran from my eyes.
And I began to feel the strain,
Insane how time has died.

With each new breath I take one step,
and gather strength to be,
A better man,
I firmly stand, The best that I believe,
Is yet to come my shining sun,
So, shine if not I'll be,
Underneath your brilliant sky,
In love with all I see.

Underneath your brilliant sky,
In love with all I see.