Thank you for the first touch of sun.
Begging me to start the run.
Little did you know I'm done.

I'll miss your daily mist,
Behind the shadowy fist.
Always before the twist.

Lover did you know?
Of the glow,
Before that blow?

It's a secret I share,
With all who can bare.
It's kind of a dare.

To see what it could be.
The dangerous tea,
Or the softest pea.

I'll see you again, in the morning.
I promise even if it is pouring.
I'd rather not be boring.