My Sun

Slowly turns the key of time

In the lock of promises broken

In mute silence of my space

I crouch under my yearning

The works of my gods receding now

Evade my grasping hands

Her hair I would long to adorn

With glowing stars

Her brow with shining sun

In silver I would trace

The moonshine of her grace

The shining one

Perfection of the skies I knew

And memories of my deeds

Fade away beyond my reach

And change to lonely nights

But ever so slowly

Turns the key of time

In a rusty lock

Of broken promises