Without The Sun To Sting

 

Shades in their distant place

breathe the cool

understanding

of the fear in my stance


there are attempting forces

beneath me, as restless feet

move in a hesistant step


this has become my playground

of tree shadows which walk

along the drawing of my security


the urgency of protection


I surrender my control under

a blissful sky to the covering

from sunlight, the brink of caution


and there, in not so leisure hours

I delay the danger upon my skin


the feel of hungering the days'

naked glare of loveliness has become

sour in its bright glorious shine


and I wait as I do always

in the shade and look out to

the bend of light


the hope

of the moon that I may walk freely

in my darkness, without worry

without danger

without the sun to sting