Your beams stretch,
	Arms beckoning,
		a final embrace as you bid adieu.
	Reaching, leaning, tilting
		You scatter color
			across the bleak horizon.

Then you are gone.
	Longing fills.
		Cold darkness envelopes.
             		I forget.

My alarm pulses.
	Shuffling through routine with half open eyes,
          	Morning tea in hand,
		I pull back the curtain.
	I wasn’t looking for you,
           	But there you are.
             		Waiting for me to behold.
                            	Your quiet grandeur
					whispered in hues of pink and purple.
      	I stand and listen with rapt attention.
		And suddenly, I awake.

Leash in hand, I walk Curiosity—
       The chase is on.
    		Weaving through bare trees
			you pursue,
                        Streaming brilliance.
        Stopping in my tracks,
		I think of night.
                  	And already I miss you.

Your arms stretch,
	Across beams,
		no final embrace as you bid adieu.
	Reaching, leaning, tilting
            	You scatter crimson
			across bleakness within.
Then night comes.
            Longing fills.
                        Cold darkness envelopes.
                                    I forget.

My hunger pushes.
	I shuffle through my days with half open eyes.
	You pull back the curtain.
		I am not looking for you,
                	But there you are,
                        	Waiting for me to behold.
                       			Your quiet grandeur
					whispers in hues of love and peace.
                        I stand and listen with rapt attention.
                                    And suddenly, I awaken.

The Day is at hand, I walk forward.
  	The chase is on.
        	Weaving through barren places
			you pursue,
                        	Streaming brilliance.
	Stopping in my tracks,
		I think of night.
			And already I know
				You will never leave.