Days In The Shade

Sunshine is polishing so fine, over this sweet land, With a shimmer that glimmers like golden sand, The sun is like a giant, overripe peach, Dripping with strong rays, Across all the Irish bays, With plenty of glistening skin, Just like marble, on display. I'm in a landlocked phase, With inward uncertainty, in a settled haze, Longing for the ocean, With still my dreams in motion, Ideas lunge towards me, as I try to make them seem unreal, Living in a stagnant ebb, Like I'm immersed in a complex web, Trees free my enclosed spirit, With the rustle of wind, shaking undernourished thoughts, Longing for more freedom, That can't be bought. In this sunny season, when at times I have no reason, Just loving you, is seeing me through, A complicated wave of surging problems, With relentless force, Eating away at our hearts source, I feel I have to teach you to change course, So that our love will be complete, But will days in the shade, Be our defeat?