The Sun

The sun sets itself slow on the smoldering edge of this world

This night will get darker and darker, sight will be lost

Our hearts will be all we have left to find the Path

On this night at the end of the final cost

There is a New Dawn yet to come, and soon;

Many accounts have been given, all the same story

The tragedy, the great blanket of sadness covering us all..

But the Sun will rise again, and Glory

Intent is the only tool now, Oh and prayer

Love, our birthing, the only power worth giving

The royal memory was given away as part of the pact

We begged to be here, this night, to await the rising

When, at sunrise, we remember who we are 

All the pain in the world will be gladly suffered to see

This sunrise, this Light, this turn of the Cosmos

The many planets’ divine Harmony.

The sight and the sound will ring out as One

We’ll hold our brothers and sisters so close

Never again to forget we are Family

Always to value our  Holiness.