With the rising sun there is always change
Cracking the serenity of our slumber
Bleeding oranges and reds
Oh you'd never leave me, oh reliable you.
I'd pack my bags, sell my worldly possessions
Just to be able to taste you.
I kneeled down with the lowest of low-
Equal to but not greater than the
Gravel embedded in the roadways.
I'll remain here, affixed, until we meet again.
Convolutions of necessities, altered perceptions
You were all I could see, all I wanted to see.
There is majesty in this.
The sun more and more subdued with each encounter,
I can now stare it in the eyes and call it mine
I have yet to learn how to let go.
