Daughters of The Dying Sun

Whenever you’re alone,
lying in your bed,
staring at the ceiling,
wondering what place you hold in this universe,
remember: there is one ray of light
that has been running day and night,
for years on end, tirelessly traveling
thousands and thousands of miles,
only to see you, all her life.

Beauty is in how every particle in this universe
has worked up to this moment for your date.
The star that let that strand of light escape,
all the rocks that bounced her off,
and only to let her run straight,
so many suns broke away.

She lost her path, wandering away from you,
reached the end of the universe.
For you, the boundaries of space and time
became mirrors to lead her straight back to you.
The universe conspired to make this meeting happen.
She’ll come to you, one night, or one day,
I don’t know when, but neither does she, neither would you.
She’ll kiss you and whisper a breath of dust,
and she’ll bounce away—
Content seeing that you’re doing okay.

By the time she would reach home
and come right back to this place,
you would be long gone.
Little did she know
she’d never meet you again.
Running with time,
she’d realize you ran out of yours.

She’d cry...she’d scream, roar in pain,
but light doesn’t make a sound.
Whimper in and wander she will, this lonely place.
Lonely it will be because she won’t die.
The touch of your skin,
the smell of your cheap cologne
will live forever in her memories,
in her path, marked in a straight line,
all around the universe.

She'll sing about you.
but won't warn her sisters
about the tragedy when she meets them,
how can she? Light doesn’t make a sound.
That’s their fate.
You were her first,
and if only for the daughters of dying sun
there was such a thing as a second date.

Life of light is lonely,
but you’ve got one ray!
So many of them actually,
that when you wake up in your bed every day,
they’re millions of them,
breaking through your window to kiss you,
on lips and cheeks,
and failing to tell you how they felt, blushingly,
because they had to run away!
"Take care," she would have said,
"don’t wither away!
I’ll come back for you.
Will you wait?"