The Light of the Sun

Though I sit under the sun tasting the bright meet blue, my heart is black.

I'm a grain of sand that lies beneath and feels only fire when the winds rage on my heart.

I will sit and wait, and I will lie and feel break.

Let it crush me until the sea needs sorrow.

Let it take my air and breathe me to life.

For I will lie in peace until the light gives me war.

And I will rest in rage until the dark gives me the sea.