If you look on the brightside of the sun:
Stop to reflect, on life as it sets
deriving many days from one
keep moving forward into time
and backwards in the sun
Gaze the stare of one who cares
anointed with the chrism
take dirt and water and blood and saunter
there mark where you've transped
let all witnesses burn retinas
let ferrymen sink their ships
let myrmidons be magnified
as ancestors under this
Thumb the golden orb of Ra
Track the skyline with a fine-line
fall off your horse but stay on course
the sun's corona cannot blind long
strike matches in the mind's eyes
sound fury in the cave
work magic in the open halls
and in the morning never shave
Be lighter with yourself at times
forget and ride the tide
float on within the highest wave
and break it off in stride
plant feathers in the earthen soil
grow trouble in the summer
reap scars in bars but skip the cars
Death comes with autumn slumbers
take long to look at words in books
shake sleep from eyelids woven
enjoy facts employed in what's enjoyed
unwind your time in roaming
Smile if you have the teeth
Or smile if you have none
hold a hand or make a stand
Just don't stare at Grandad's gun
Let it hit you in the pupil
and dilate your every dream
be photic and somatic
save water as a team
be a walker on the rope
be a strider in the sand
build your Castillo against the grain
and never confiscate the plan
Be smarter than the bartender
leave balance scales as tipped
Be lighter in the pocket
and weigh more inside your wit
Carry the fire up to the sun
bring the fight upstairs
Unleash howls to souls!
Catch fire in bowls!
And be one in the sun and retire
There is no brightside of the sun. In fact, it's all bright.