The Sun is one who sees and knows everything…

The Sun is one who sees and knows everything.
Patience rests in the Earth’s guts.
Only a glimpse - and I grew terrified. 
Why don’t they explode? How do they stand it?  Thousands of my thought-birds drift in the sky.
My voice may now never reach beyond white-capped mountains.
Looking out of the window today
I realised nothing will change. Big city. Old soul. Busy life. 
Tree leaves don’t remember happiness. 
Nostalgia is followed by her foal,
Chasing ever-racing time.  I can’t keep up with this galloping age,
tangled in the bindweed of loneliness.
But looking out of the window, I am fine -And realise: this is happiness.