An olive golf cap is cocked to the right

Shadowing your true and pained eyes.

If they were visible- I bet the meaning of life

Would be found floating in black pupil pools.

A 4 AM sky; a seamless gradation

From dark gray-blue into lavender.

This transition from night into day,

Is so stunning that you refused to allow its leave.

Raging down to the Himalayas and up to Everest's peak

You wield an inflammable lasso to grab hold of the sun.

As she refused you said to me, "After the Sun rose;

After Dawn; I died before my body could."

I try to explain the hard work to be done

And the joy that will be found,

When we recline on the Pacific Rim

To see that Sunset will be so much more.