September 13, 2019
It’ll rise at first light.
Over a mountain top, watch it upright.
The brightest bulb of midnight—nature’s night light.
Silence through a cloud it seeps, repeats, and you’ll get a sneak peek.
Harvesting within the turmoil of a win—stare and go blind.
No sleep as it crosses through window’s shined.
Running beneath you to unwind.
Dancing I repeat your grind.
It’ll be now.
I yearn to win.
Without you I must.
At your peak begin your hide;
Behind clouds as others forget your stride.
You owe no one, but glow so hard and don’t confide.
You can go now as your job’s done.
Shining and thanking the sun.
Closer to night.