The Time of the Sun

The shadow of those who have left us
is cast on those left behind.
Their face is not to be seen in the sun,
nor that of those who are gone.
Everyone travelling the road
carries a sliver of hope,
hope for the sun.

The wait for the waxing of flowers
and the hope that our dreams might come true
will one day be one.
The time will come,
and this will be the time of the sun.