The Death Rector of the Sun.

morning
the wind blows cold
rumble of vehicle engines calling noisy
the sun poked at the eyes that were still thick, dreams lonely

afternoon
the wind blows lightly
looking shady shadows
the singing of life in the courtyard
a piece of daring and courage
sun shredding, crystallizing sweat

afternoon
the wind blows reassuringly
footprints on the beach
before death, the sun takes us here
return to the eternal home

night
the wind blew grimly reading the dim signs
suddenly we stop laughing
we forget the way back home