The sun goes down

I go to bed alone

thinking only — about right now

somehow still breathless

since the sunrise softly swayed me

West to East — East to West

I am the Suns flower

I swallow the remains of the day

all traces of thunder and lightning

on the tip of my tongue

I am water

but even I can’t put my fire out

my guts are ablaze

yet — it does not burn

I’m busy thinking about thinking

as the moonlight pours in

wrapping me up in slumber

with a whisper of a lullaby

the night begins

in the arms of Morpheus

I will be lost in dream after dream

fighting off fantastical nightmares

if I make it to the morning light

I will wake up alone