Take your time, sun,
but please arrive
when you might
to baptize the dewdrops
and stifle
our yawning.
Nearest star of heaven,
don't neglect us—
bend down
flutter the skirts
of your luminescent dress,
and scatter all the light
we could hope to know
around;
lend us half an ounce
of your brilliance
and your insight
to turn our sadness into
merely sighing
and a long, dark night
into merely
our lives.
