Making the most of the night,
in the deep of the shadow
the Sun sits,
stark naked
a sight to behold.

I wonder how old the sun is and is the sun cold and
if a cold sun runs red,how fast can a red sun run?
the naked sun is not undressed for fun
it's just taking a break before the break of the day.

With my thumb to my eye and my eye on the sky I can cover the sun,
so how and why does it give so much heat?
it beats me as it heats me and the night time cheats me of
its glory.
a bed time story appeases me but not as much as the sun shining pleases me,dressed or undressed it always impresses me, with its flare for the magnificent it caresses me,
I wonder where on earth that I would be without the sun and its light to light the path for me.
Why does the darkness so bother me when I know that the morning will dawn on me and the sunlight will take a place where it ought to be?

I suppose it's the fear of not being near the source.