There the Sun Burns--By Colleen Keller Breuning--United States

There the Sun Burns

There is a place that I call home

Where my nomadic spirit roams

Far and away in spring twilight

And there the sun burns crimson bright.

I long to sleep on clouds afar

Ascend the moon and rising stars

Beyond cold mountain’s fading light

And there the sun burns crimson bright.

No soul to sell, nor mysteries

Within the depths of azure seas

Will cool the flames of heart’s delight

And there the sun burns crimson bright.

There is a place that I call home

And there the sun burns crimson bright.

Colleen Keller Breuning is a poet and photographer who was born and raised in Maryland. She currently resides in Purcellville, Virginia. Her poetry, short stories and photography have been published in a variety of print and online magazines during the past decade. Her first poetry book, Shadows of My Father, was a tribute to her father and published in 2011. She is currently working on her second book of poetry, along with assorted photography projects. She participates in several online writing groups. In addition to poetry and photography, she loves nature, music, cats and wine (not necessarily in that order).