Sunshine Poem

SUNSHINE (COOLS MY BLOOD) by A. Gates

My shirt sticks to my stomach.
I don't feel the pain.
My eyes light up
As the sparks begn to flame.
One into two,
Two into four,
Many, many more.
Flashing and surounding me.
Too great to begin.
The heat is close,
A force growing in front of me.
I'd say it's the sun,
But no one would believe me.
I reach to touch.
Can you touch the sun?
I see my maker.
Does it see me?
And then it glows.
It builds.
It breathes.
It bleaches out my vision
Until I see all I can see is light.