Sun Hands

I climbed to the top of a hill But I had just missed the sun And although the descending arc was gone Left behind were the traces that always follow along The most beautiful colors chase the sun They wrap her trail in a taunting gesture That seems to sing out loud, "this is what you're missing" I'll endure the night For the promise of light I want to lift my hands towards the sun Show me warmth Baby, won't you show me warmth again? And when I can feel with my sun hands I'll promise not to lose her again And even if the morning never comes My hands are blessed to have touched the sun And when I can feel with my sun hands I promise not to lose her again