A light has travelled Millions of miles from
The surface of our Sun one day past :
About Forty-Years to be precise.
And as it lights upon a different World,
My fond Relatives are alive once more;
For when that bright beam left our Sun; they breathed,
They Loved; and inturn were also much Loved.
They danced and laughed with many a proud Toast,
And lived day-to-day with all life\'s concerns.
And I too were younger; for the Path lay
Ahead bathed in Promises of Sweet dreams
As the Rose of youth was in fullest bloom;
Its colours rich with the blush of the Hours.
Those days lie past; but the light of that day:
The light of that day strikes a distant Moon ,
For somewhere amongst the Dust we\'re young again.
Our Loved-ones live on for we never cease ;
We are carried on light into the Void.