Secrets of the Sun
A globe of fire belts out its fury,
Skipping along the traces left by the world.
As time flies away in a fleet of bubbles,
The colours it showed, remind me of distant eyes.
Sinking below the earth's horizon,
There it lies, waiting to be discovered.
Pale day of July, when the clouds fade,
Will the runes of the sky be read?
Drifting along the earth's horizon,
Skipping along the traces left by a wish.
Waiting in the summer blue sky,
There I see again a pair of misty eyes.
Eyes misted with secrets of the sun.
