you who came from the sun (a mirage)

Joan Baez - It Ain't Me, Babe

And so, I let the light in -

Sunlight was the chariot, 

Warm was the affection it brought.

And I would have stayed for the promise

of warmer gifts, even if clouds cluttered the air. 

And so, I trusted and looked into the sun,

This game of vulnerability and patience. 

Feigned the act of mastery, 

Dulled down the craving, and you called it prudence. 

I called it, trying

So I could call it love.

And my skin thinned beneath the composure.

And I looked to you,

You who came from the sun - a mirage I now know.

I whispered, I am tired, dearest.

And just as soon as I let the light in

And so, I had to let it go.