Sol

There's something in the way she moves,
Legs that never end.
If I could ask the sun
How to reach her,
She seems not to be real,
She has no past.
The full moon has seen her pass by
But hasn't told me.
Light in your eyes,
Thinking about having to think.
Darkness in the middle
Of so much sun, so much sun.
Rivers of gold crossing my mind,
I can't stop thinking about her,
Unmistakable awareness of being,
I look and get lost in her soul.