Aphelion

Aphelion, here the past is far removed

  the space between can grow no greater

  lonely cold engulfs what i have become

 Silent drifter

  at the end of old things

  or the beginning of new

Purpose, seen by my straining eye

  absorbed by my single sense but out of reach

  as is the heat from the sun

  Ever wistful

  i peer at the far light

  aching for the warmth of home

Haven, quiet resting place amongst myriad stars

  each twinkling bright an offer

  of the warmth of my lost sun

  Respite

  looking out i see familiar

  only in all things new and strange

Essence, distilled from the worst of me

  as i wander through the silent filter of experience

  a struggle against gravity

  Explorer

  the scars upon me

  testimony to the obstacles in my path

Language, a silent reflection of light

  only noticed by the darkness

  that i release as i speak to the eyes

  Naked

  bringing nothing to hide

  here to the endless field

Insight, as i look to myself

  to the depths of my molten core

  searching deep to recover what lies beneath

  Identity reborn

  from the crucible womb

  that is the very heart of me

 Obstacles, littering the paths to the star of my past

  i am losing sight of the way to return

  in the stillness i discover

  Truth

  at the end of old things

  is the beginning of new

Numbered days, i feel the weight of time upon me

  renewal will come to me now

  my home is the very heart of me

  Yearning

  but there is no journey back

  i must become the sun