Sun's Eulogy

In the pale summer, her heart feels vacant,

she search's every last wonderous place

until her mind, feels suffocated with no space,

breath no longer exists, words no longer salvageable,

fall onto the earth and there she lay bitterly euphoric,

Sun beams dance through her lashes, unto her rosy cheeks,

cherries of a sweet red, fall to meet the green-like heaven below,

fingertips lift to feel heavens gale

it is quiet, it is bearable,

her silence feels warm and seems fascinating,

She'll always sit and roam through the pale summer,

as if the sweet red cherries still bloomed,

to land on the green-like heaven.