Oh Dear Raspberry Sun ....

0h bobbling raspberry sun
how you hover over the horizon
scorching the earth
into shards of molten

Sweat drips down my face
like hot glass.
Water melts like a mirage
as it touches my skin
and drifts off back to the sky where it
once had been.

Ignescent stones
swelter under your furnace, sun
They cry out for the cool touch of
the distant night to come

They cry out for the rain
to pelt the ground with its tears
to wash away the fervent air
and to soothe their burns and fears.

For the wet air to wisp away
the ashes and the timbers
to turn the skin white yet again
to prepare the earth for winter.

Oh bobbling raspberry sun
how i wont miss your luminous rays
smoldering hot and golden
that turns my body into molten.