The Fire of the Sun

The raging colors of the sunset, the fire of red, orange, and the peace it illuminates

I can not get close to it, it is galaxies away, but when my eyes look upon it, I am amazed

It tells a story, of love, of life, for hope, and dignity, and it gives respect to the valleys

When it shines upon us, our hearts feel free, our minds at ease, and our blood flows with envy

I shall have this flame, this fire in my soul, in my thighs, and in my womb, each time you draw near

I shall wait until I feel your breath upon my breasts, and in the late of the sunset, we shall make love

With every cry from the sky, I can only hear the sound of your heart against mine

I shall see the fire of the son, and it will warm our passion, and it will rise again in the early mornings mist

As the geese fly over in arrow pattern of our native song, and we shall take it as a sign of

The greatest things in life