You’re as fragile as a sky, as constant as a cloud.
So willing to hold a sunrise you know has no choice-
But you let yourself fall from the setting.
Why do you hold on when- you know-
That’s what a sunrise does- sets?
Why do you fall down when- you know-
That’s what a sunrise does- returns?
Why not stay so tall you can catch a sunrise?
Why not let fall what was made to fall?
Why not know- How strong- How light
How fierce- How wild wonderful a gift,
It is to hold fire- to survive fire -
To let fire drop to drown in the horizon?
An embrace is not an embrace if it lasts forever.
It’s standing still- squeezing the Sun,
Shouting-Saying: “Not this time,"
Ears too full of fire to hear, you said,
“Not this time.” Again.
Let a day burnt be ash; yesterday’s Sun is gone.
Fire burns the world turns, each star finds
Its sky again, by making a new star. Each sky is relit.
Brighter. Hotter. Truer. Every Sun returns home.
Why not stay so tall you can catch the sunrise?