The Orange Sun

The orange sun shone in the west
greeted me in inexplicable language
dragged me into the past

The drizzles dropped on to my head
slowly crawled over my hair
reminded me of the paths I had taken

Looking back in the east
Led me to see the rainbow
Refreshed me of the colorful memories

The faith I have still
This kind of moment will come to me
Again, someday, somehow

The hope I hold on to always
This kind of moment I will see
Again, someday, with someone else…