What is it like chasing the sun?
    Like waking up to race it?


And what’s it like chasing it in the opposite direction with me?


Is it like falling
     or like lifting
                  
                      off

                            

                              
                                   a cliff?


Am I a weight on your eyelids?


    Do you feel fresh and full
                          of power
When you're carrying the daybreak
         on your back?


Are you dreaming
when we slide into sunrise

           through
                 sleepless eyes?




Will we forgive ourselves



            Once the moon is small

And the stars cannot hide

         The rising tide in my eyes?




Behind a curtain of clouds
from the sun
I will hide.