Pale Sunshine

There is a pale sun
some distance away,
about eight minutes
in a go cart race.
it's warmth is what fills my heart,
the sunshine gilded on a hopeless face
it eludes me in the mist, in clouds.
and it's rising have never seen,
I walk to a subtle sunset
and it hides inside the paler greens.
I catch the trace of it's warm rays
always so near
eight minutes away.
warned me of it's severe heat
Its burning and so you will be,
scalded is far fine than frost
that it's evasion has kept me.
I walk with the dampened glow
I walk away as i do know
the sun is still far from reach
and the sunshine is not here to stay
about eight minutes,
that's miles away.