Hasten, sun, hasten
your walk across peaks and troughs,
the drag of your golden cloak,
the slant of every shadow,
the traverse of many sheens.
Hasten, sun, hasten
but slow down
on your brilliant slice,
on your orange bleed,
on your warmest death.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
Hasten, sun, hasten
your walk across peaks and troughs,
the drag of your golden cloak,
the slant of every shadow,
the traverse of many sheens.
Hasten, sun, hasten
but slow down
on your brilliant slice,
on your orange bleed,
on your warmest death.
