The Enlightening Spirit of a Certain Sun

The perfect kiss of love and physique. As popular as a cliche. Dreams of high release. Lost in the reason for now. The man with no name is dead. Darkly, Soulfully, Desirous. Mysteriously Dark and Soulfully Desirous. Drunken days of sobriety. New notes for a different page. The enlightening spirit of a certain sun. And the summer has come to its close and there are suggestions of another direction. Spirit be calm and be the one that guides. And the essence of spirit is now in the window. Its the self versus the weather, I suppose. I will choose the former. Singing my prayers, I look on high for the answer to my prayed song. And obviously, my song is to my God. And my God is standing in the shadows of perhaps, reality. And on this particular plane, I don't believe that anything changes anything else. And perhaps this God has no connection to a certain reality, and neither would I think, has a certain spirituality. So perhaps, we honour a certain aspect of ourselves over another. Perhaps it could be the mundane and the spiritual. And perhaps the truth of a person is in the heart of the individual. Perhaps there is a choice, a personal choice that others aren't aware of. And perhaps, we each of us are not aware of enough, to call it the truth of ourselves.