Sundrop

One day, just as the sun set fire
to the clouds of the west.
I caught a drop of it in my hands
I closed it in a locket
There it lay as the clouds began to gather
and the seasons changed before my eyes
like a slow motion picture
                                                                                     Only I had a drop of the sun
to hold as its mother vanished into the west
Sometimes, I took it out to hold it
Gazing into its gossamer depth
glittering like a crystal ball
Some day, I will set it free
and let it find its way to someone else
to give them the warmth of the sun
                                                                                     in the dark of winter's breath

Some day.