The sun, I think is like a friend that you have lost
One that you've drifted so far from, that it is impossible to return
Yet still its light shines on you, so blinding you must look away.
A friend that you have lost, and to look upon them is to feel tears in your eyes as hot as the ocean under the sun.
Dear Mother,
I have missed you these past few months.
Where did you go?
I see you standing there, torch held high, yet you do not answer my calls.
What does it take to see the dandelions blooming in the spring, yellow manes bobbing in the wind?
What does it take to see the sun slanting through the windows, to hear the tree frog's chorus in the night?
I talked to a tree just the other day, I was walking past and it did say,
Well, what are you?
Just a traveler.
But what are you?
Why, a human, of course, you didn’t know?
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Odd, I used to know several people who referred to the sun as "Sun-Buddy." Eventually I picked up the phrase, too. Now that I've read your poem, it makes all the more sense to look upon the sun as a friend, or a lost friend, that can shine a brilliant light for you or make your eyes water, depending on the situation or the day. Great analogy.
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