the light

descendants of the sun

when my skin grows old,
and wrinkles of old age begin to show,
my young youthful days over,
and reality set in.

i'll remember your bright soul,
the one that carried me through,
til the end,
and through the worst of it all.

and i'll remember that,
we were immortal in our own memories,
that the gods had nothing on us.
we were descendants of the sun,
glowing and honest and true,
brilliant and stunning,
the soaring cities of our own solar system.