Am I wide awake or have I already awoken?
A painted blue canvass hangs over the shining ocean.
Feeling half alive, but with the sun I always ignite,
Shifting and shaping, the crescent shape comes into my sight.
With its burning head resting on a cloud, it arises,
Emerging slowly at first, oh, it rises! It rises!
A perfect sphere of climbing red flame shakes hands with the sky,
Color bleeds loud as the sun rays seep and enter my eye.
Time blends together to one, and the sun seems to stand still,
Holding pigment briefly, before it surely again spills.
Now suspended over waves in a spherical fire,
It’s propelled into the vast sky up higher, and higher.
Growing, moving from bright red, to gold, finally to white,
Spewing its rays over the sea, reaching me with its light.
Serving as a welcome end cap to these damn sleepless nights,
Here I am left wondering why the sun can’t just rise twice?