Sun

Today I touched the sun,
Tomorrow I'll follow the moon.

Where I go from there,
I'll figure it out soon.

By way of flight I shall go,
By fleeted feet I will run.

But where, oh where,
Will I go to retouch the sun?

Searching among depths unknown,
In mysterious dreams....

I seek to find,
A vision of sun etched within my mind.

The warmth is fading fast,
On winged memory I run,

Trying to remember the day,
I was wise enough to touch the sun.

Copyright ?2001 Timber McCall