The sun taught me how to love, by shining on everybody.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

So if you ever felt something behind you, when you weren't even one, like welcome heat, like a bulb, like a sun, trying to shine right across the universe - it was me. Always me. It was me. It was me.

I carry the Sun in a Golden Cup, the Moon in a Silver Bag.

You say we worship the sun; so do you.

Don't forget: hold somebody's hand through the dark.

He was sunshine most always-I mean he made it seem like good weather.

You have my whole heart. You always did.

Bound to you as the rays are to the sun.

Be the sun and all will see you.

The sun's touch is kind.

and so by
your love the very sun
itself is revived

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

If I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside

on my fingertips
and at brain edges

and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.