The Sun, jumping near

The Sun, jumping near

Your face, tell me that

I love you, my dear

Like ghosts love their flat.

Tell me this about

Small story, no more – 

I’ happy without

Your face waiting for,

I’m waiting, I’m trying,

God see, I could save

Your winds, magic flying

Above freedom slave.

You’re laughing, my dear

What’s happened with

The Sun, jumping near

With beams your mouth kiss.

You tell me about

This moment before

The beams red dawn cloud

Loose it warming core.

Your smile moves to fear

Your laugh shoot like gun – 

I’ll find you, my dear

Without the Sun

The brain is a framing

Our world space road probe,

Cose you is star gemin

Of this warming Globe.