hymn to the sun

The sun is perfect in the sky, white and pure, white and perfect.

Radiant is the sun, too perfect to behold, giver of light and life.

Your light is like a memory, a dream that fills the eyes, be they opened, be they closed.

In the morning, you are new, in the evening, old.

Born in the morning, you are delivered of the horizon, the world's edge.