Sunshine is

a gift forgotten.

Rivers

that stop running.

Cool wind

on a warm day

subsiding.

A captivating face

not shining.

If there ever was a time

the sun stopped shining,

If ever there was a time the

wind stopped blowing,

I would feel as empty as I

do when I see confused eyes,

and weary smiles.

My fingers cannot hold the sun,

nor are my lungs strong enough

to move the sky,

but if thou will

I would give thee happy

flashbacks, joyful thoughts, and memories

of sunshine that

can never be forgotten.