The light of the sun
Yawned through the recesses of your mind
Throbbing for the day
’Til sweet night did clear the soul
Yet the dull sense did drone
Cautioned you to wait yet move
But what could waiting do?
Maybe nurture a slow hunger
’Til your appetite did whet
And your thoughts could paint the sky
Like the wind and clouds
Though fear too did grow
Held tight like ivy
Best not release your celestial grip
Else a star could fall
Into oblivion
Into obsolescence