Monday, August 17, 2015

The Sun Is Low

The Sun Is Low

Morning has come, the days young, and the sun is low in the sky.
Birds call to lovers, we war over covers, and the sun is low in the sky.
Awakening begins, love, kisses, sin, and suns still low in the sky.

Noon rolls round, the day is here, and the sun is so high in the sky.
The world finds its rhythm, we go to find them, and the sun is high in the sky.
Food finds us starving, like some monogamists darling, the sun is high in the sky.

Sunset comes, the day draws close, the sun is low in the sky.
Birds call again perching together as kin, the sun is low in the sky.
I find you staring at imperfection and falling in love again, as the sun sets we begin.

9/2012

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