Hush your eyes bright sun.
What vocation have you?
When my clock lies undone
beside him.

Let me lay beside him.
My heart held deep
inside his.
What use am I without
this?
His heart, his trace, his tears,
His snores
I'd miss.
What use am I without
this?

Though whilst in night,
stolen day, I'll pray
for your fun
to stay a little longer.
Whilst in my own
eyes, I'll wander.
Alone, but for
you.

Pull of night, sneak me
through, back
to him, stacked
next to him
healed up deep
within.

Let me love him, sinless sun,
next to me the clock
lies undone.