Before the sun touches the horizon,
I wake fully clothed —
Seeking fulfillment 
with pockets full of gold dust,
fixing my gaze upon solar supremacy,
          exploring the possibilities 
of a life without light.
A world with no definition
and the lack of chromaticity. 
Although we are not Kryptonian,
a sphere of eternal fire 
remains our life source. 

I hold faith that we can reach the
palace above the clouds.
Forge our own histories on stained glass
met by a lustre tailored to our futures.
My only hope is that
we make peace with thy adversaries 
to live in serenity and 
grown under this citrus sun.