Cradle of the Sun

 

Forgive me, 

  that I cradle up; 

      That I MUST nest. 

It is not personal...

    but degrees and degrees, 

       I have changed; 

Fermented over time, 

  with the seasons. 

If I do not restore, 

  then I can not face you, 

  as my best self, 

     A face reflecting the light of the Sun, 

       but instead, 

   

Off of your Soul, YOUR Sol...

  

   Upon 

        Our each

               Reunion. 

Had I seen you yesterday, 

   Today, 

My Sol must still greet yours 

   Completely rendered anew, 

    and turned over. 

Have I cleansed the ash from my face this day, 

  That I might reflect

  The brightest in you? 

When I retreat, 

  It is because I need to; 

and no reflection of you.