Sun

LOST IN THE TREES
Sunlight rusts us through
All for naught I know
Falls through our hands
Vanished
Falls apart
Ashes
Once
I held a photograph
Of the sun
Rained down for us
From
A high place the moments pass
Every single one
Is a head rush
Now
I’m still
And plain
No more words
Nothing
I fought by an angel’s side
Getting what we want
Sunlight on us
Formed
Made from the darkest ice
So cold
Sunlight on us