the sun catcher

and we move about
in our own circles
mapping the paces
of empty steps

but in catching the sun
the clutches of its eye
stares deep
penetrating my rationality
stitching the venom
which I could take
as I bleed in vain

like a flame candle
hopping upon the wick
sizzled.
dazzled.
then razed in straight lines

spending echoes of black flame
a shadow of burning thoughts
crisped lighting the air
like an ice pick
blending in the background
it pierces.
it lingers.

it is the hue of its flavor
it is the fogging presence
that fade and flourish
it is a chameleon of essences
that hypnotizes
   the foolish
   the brave.

so like the heroin
who ate lightning
and crave for thunder
I open up
taking nourishment
on every stabbing step
appearing nearer
but getting farther.

will I ever touch the sky
where the paces of your stare
have walked upon;
have wandered?