Qualia

I’ve been marked by a kiss from the sun
Until it became undone
Washed away like the birds who rised at dawn
A forgotten ancestry leaves me to claim to be the Sun’s spawn
When the tides die down and feet reconnects with land
Who will raise their hand
To claim me?
Possibly, those who’d hate to see me roam free
Shackled with shame
Branded with a new name
Framed in glass imagery
I need to know who has chemistry
With my spirit
Perhaps if they hear it
They’ll be able to trace its origin
I pray that it’s a link to someone who wore a pen

-Gotti