Does the lonesome Sun,

dream of a starring role,

in a burgeoning,

romantic tale,

of quickened breath, lust, love,

togetherness, and, delight?



Does it vision

winning medals,

and, adoration, as it longingly,

sprints to meet,

the flung open arms,

teary, and, mascara

runny eyes,

of the night?



Only then to be jilted,

by it's sombre, nervous,

setting-self.



And, destined to repeat,

a coward's cyclical rotation,

of built passion, and, lost courage,

as it races, across the sky.



Then...