I watch the sun see through the trees
through the glass,
see through me.
This great star
saturates my window
brightly warms my hand,
as if in proposition.
My smile concedes like a girl
that has just been asked to dance.
An unstoppable smile.
I belong out there, in the trees
At the source
Eating sunshine and
sipping starbursts
Filter free.
I roll down the window
as if to shout
"Stop!
Drop me off here".
But all I have are excuses:
"Bad timing," I say.
And the sun may see,
but it does not hear.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
I watch the sun see through the trees
through the glass,
see through me.
This great star
saturates my window
brightly warms my hand,
as if in proposition.
My smile concedes like a girl
that has just been asked to dance.
An unstoppable smile.
I belong out there, in the trees
At the source
Eating sunshine and
sipping starbursts
Filter free.
I roll down the window
as if to shout
"Stop!
Drop me off here".
But all I have are excuses:
"Bad timing," I say.
And the sun may see,
but it does not hear.
