Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun to smile
Once again stand I before the dark
Only a few more hours shall roll
To ride the rainbow in a silver plane
Traversing the galaxies without noise
Lead me where the treasures hid
The kindred spirits across the shore
Lonely like a child looking for playmates
The epiphany minstrel that will purge the hearth.
Who could dare the sungod
Without a mockery on the face
Only the poet could sigh and pride
Blunt and black to wait for the sun
Others are dead woods
Listen to the murmurs of mamba
Listen to him.