The sun blinds

The sun blinds with golden light
as the ball of fire slowly falls to the tips of distant trees
the whole of creation is set ablaze
as the  heat dances amoung the wind swept rippling blades of grass
the brease strokes my skin like a mother caring for her child,
like a lover waiting to be kissed

the wind,
she sings softly through the trees,
playing with the leaves among her rustling fingers
the wind,
she sings to the setting of her lover
brother sun

"Heres to you" i toast the burning in my eyes
"Heres to you" i salute the blacked ghosts of distant passers by
"Heres to you" i sing to dancing blades of grass
"Heres to you" i whisper to the wind kissing my ear
"Heres to you" mother nature farther creator
"Heres to you" i sing and toast old cider firm in hand.