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Dear African Sun

Dear African sun
Dear godly son of the unseen
Dear holy daughter of heavens
Dear grand father of life and seas
Hear me oh ancient warmth
Hear me divine providence sheath
Listen sustainer of all growth
Understand me kiss of strength
Where are you my love?
How my body misses the caress of your rays
How are you godly slave?
How your distance slays our senses
Come back African sun
Draw close sweet friend, don't be gloomy
I implore you African warmth, without pun
Smile again and put the cold to shame

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