I want to see the color of your tomorrow
devour the taste of your daylight
in the 3pm glowing gold
of waning afternoon hours
I want your days
the springtime on your calendar
during early mornings
of kodak moments
worth retelling
I want your lunch breaks
to last for decades
never surrendering to the second shift
I want your sunsets to be infinite
for the sun to play hide and seek
with an ever hidden moon
where stars will never be seen
and darkness will never come
I want your first half
the promising twelve of twenty four
meaningful sections of time
that only go on
but I want that time to linger
like the trail of silver
silk worms leave behind
when its over