Greetings From Star Castle To Mister Sun Poem by Adrian Antique

Good morning my dear midnight sun!
Still asleep on your pillow of dreams?
How were the wisps of petals I gave for fun …
last twilight amidst yellow and orange streams?

Yap … those were roses dancing in the breeze
That I caught tiptoeing on your hand.
I thought maybe they'd sing you a kiss
So, you could loosen your glare on the land.

Isn't the cool wind bothering you, old friend?
Or are you just tired of being weary?
Make some space around your halo or just pretend
you are not the fire lord nor the torch Master all mighty.

Yes Mister, it's time to spend some days to rest …
relax your scorching air and let the flowers smile --
Allow their colors to glide your gaze to the west
So, children can play with the wind for a while.

Love then is approaching the last month of this year -
With glee on my face before this star so bright …
And whispers of December in every raindrop of tear --
A flurry of tunes mixed with wild excitement and some cold falling white.