Saule

I love him so much
Name means sun in Lithuanian

When he was little he claims a drop of sun fell into his eyes
He now has the gift to hear the sun
He’s the eldest of all in the Overlook, there before everybody else
He says the sun whispers in his ear and he writes down all it says
Most is just nonsense
But sometimes it’s poetry
Flowing and golden and bright as the one who wrote it
There are at least a dozen poems describing a young mortal love
They’re Saule’s favorite and he considers them the most beautiful of his collection
They are full of heartbreak and love
The lovers can’t speak to each other
But they can watch
Saule has always wondered who was the other in the poems
He’d love to share the writing and let the lover see how much the sun loves him back
But he guesses it’s just not meant to be