The sun is as lucid as I
It falls and rises
just like me

I am living at high noon
From the east
Falling westward soon

As I am fixed upon the horizon
The night’s cold will settle
The moon will rise and prosper

Waves will crash
In tidal destruction
A twelfth hour construction

I follow the sun
As it journeys the cosmos
A short-lived soul
Transfixed and enclosed