You Are My Sun

You are my light

Dark cities, you fill the loss

Of the day

You are my love

Radiant and pretty, over seas

You find ways of bringing hope

The lonely hours, gloom of night

Empty mornings

You are a stem, of wild flowers

Rollin' hills, 'round the bay

You are a gap

In the meadow, soaring low (so it goes?)

In this way, you are my friend

In the shadows, there to bring

When I need

You are the suites

Of the cellos

There to mend, if I bleed

You are a swing

Sleepy porches, the warm light

On my face

You are a charge, of wild horses

You are the sun

You are my sun

Seeping over, spilling out

Over the mountains

You are my sun

Leona, Leona, Leona

Leona, Leona, Leona

Your fingers

?...sounding

A gentle wave

Of guitars playing

Leona, Leona, Leona

Leona, Leona, Leona

Does sense of, (stares?)

Light as air

Verses sound, everywhere

Leona, Leona, Leona