But I'm floating right beside you.
The wispiness of your hair looks a lot
Like the clouds. Ignore the color, the
Difference is inviting. The Sun, in all it's
Glory, plays tricks on these vivid colors,
Making the blue of the sky mix with the
Red hue of your hair. Only in the Sun.
Only the Sun can recreate, remold, and
Make the world surrender. The power is
Unreal, and we survive with the false hope
That you, Sun, will be around forever.
Your wife, the Moon, is a jealous entity.
Forget about the love battle between the Moon
And the Sun. Concentrate on me. Watch my feet.
