[Soaring Feather]

Hold within your arms a sun
And let it smile and wish you well.
Play with it, and when you're done,
Put it where you'll never tell.
Your sun will smile just for you,
Being yours, and yours alone,
Inside your palace, out of view,
Resting in a place unknown.
The sun we wish for you is bright,
Happy doing what suns will:
Daring to hold off the night
As loves and dreams your future fill,
Your cares caress and sorrows still.

Nicholas Gordon

[snippy_about_it]

Hold within your arms a sun


That is a sweet little poem, thanks feather.