I watched for you to blossom over fields and trees to greet with bleary sleepless eyes that hope to meet a dream. But you did not alighten there with all your blessed gaze though I spoke to start in baited breath. They weren't but a haze
Why did today you fail to rise that it that you feel less loved that your bejewelled colleagues who bring more peace than doves?
Cast off these shackles of your mind and weep not for what you think for you aren't loved but cherished for the gilded light you bring. So, arise with me, precious sun and know the joy you light you bestow and those who have not slept and those, for you, just rose