I've always told you that I love the sun
But when it rises in the morning,
Climbing into the sky
The way an old man climbs a staircase:
Slowly, but with great determination,

As it reaches its long arms into gaps between curtains,
As it tickles closed eyelids and leaves sweet morning dew on the grass,

I want nothing more
Than to untie the strands of time
Like unruly shoelaces;
To strum them like guitar strings
And play a lullaby sweet enough
To coax the earth back to sleep,
To persuade the sun to return to its hiding place
And let me lie a little longer
Here with you.