Descending From The Sun

A poem about where we come from and where we go.

My tears are just like raindrops
I’m really very sure
I must be the disease
Because I know I’m not the cure

They blend in with the falling
They recoil from the ground
A hopeless, soulless piece of life
Longing to be found

I hear the screaming of the fright
That everybody felt
When the card of all their loved one’s death
Was desolately dealt

And on our faithful journey
While remembering such fun
We must remember, also
Our descending from the sun

We return to where we came from
Even so from where we’ve been
And though one’s life is scary
Another’s must begin