Chasing the Sun

Wake me up
Before sunrise,
With little flutters,
Love and devotion,
As time unravels,
I ask a gift,
Will you teach me
How to fly? 

Hands pure,
Souls clean,
Your ember eyes
Guard me like
A precious thing,
I spread my wings,
Reaching out
To touch the sky.

Childish squeals
Into silky gold,
Each vibration
Rippling through
A sensitive heart,
You notice, laugh,
I feel no fear, for
I am distracted, 

Chasing the sun.