Facing the Sun

Feet towards the sun,  
I’m the lucky one  
Following its run,  
Across the sky  
Wondering why  
My day begins with sighs  
Echos thoughts of goodbyes —  
As the light passes  
Lifting my lashes,  
Knowing body is ashes  
Yet full of life masses,  
That stroke midnight highs  
Beyond our skies  
Into broader pitches,  
Worn out stars drifting  
Follow my lisping  
Tongue in tune singing —  
Now came too swiftly  
For our yesterday only  
Slammed into today,  
Then laid us down  
On the sweet green lawn  
To worship suns wan  
In deepening twilights,  
I’ve felt these lights  
Between the nights  
Healing sacral space trice.