You Are My Sun

You are my light
 Dark cities, you fill the loss
 Of the day
 You are my love
 Radiant and pretty, over seas
 You find ways of bringing hope
 The lonely hours, gloom of night
 Empty mornings
 You are a stem, of wild flowers
 Rollin' hills, 'round the bay
 You are a gap
 In the meadow, soaring low (so it goes?)
 In this way, you are my friend
 In the shadows, there to bring
 When I need
 You are the suites
 Of the cellos
 There to mend, if I bleed
 You are a swing
 Sleepy porches, the warm light
 On my face
 You are a charge, of wild horses
 You are the sun
 You are my sun
 Seeping over, spilling out
 Over the mountains
 You are my sun
 Leona, Leona, Leona
 Leona, Leona, Leona
 Your fingers
 ?...sounding
 A gentle wave
 Of guitars playing
 Leona, Leona, Leona
 Leona, Leona, Leona
 Does sense of, (stares?)
 Light as air
 Verses sound, everywhere
 Leona, Leona, Leona