Run faster than you can and you may stumble
Run slower and you may not catch up
Stop dead, open your eyes
You will not have to run

Love.
Love what?
Their touch ?
Their scent?
The way they smile?
Their laugh?
How they sleep?
Their laughter?
Their tears?
Their weakness?
Their strength?
Or simply
Love them

Storm clouds gather and the sun fades
Darkness envelops like hands over the eyes
The images harder to see, hazed unclear
Storm clouds, storm clouds

Sleep in dreams of laughter
Wrapped in velvet covers
Drapped with silk
Sleep in silence not fear

A Photon bumps from place to place
Inside the Suns core day after day

10,000 years if it's lucky
170,000 if it gets stuck

But comes the day it reaches the surface and begins its interstellar journey

It then takes 8 minutes and 19 seconds
If you're picky it's because of procession

A little more or a little less
Because we wobble for seasons sake

But once the photon ends its journey
It could light up just anything

A shaft of light upon a face
That took millennia to make

Or light up a yellow buttercup
Beneath the chin of my little one

Across time and space the photon raced
Just to do its best

For all we had before it came was
Nothing just
darkness