Summer's Play

Every time that She leaves it feels like forever! but when She returns, bringing life and light and joy, it's like She never left except for this here boy. i know i'm just a toy; Sun's got lovers everywhere. but i will not play coy when i need Her, i can share. the Sun is made for fun (brutality is not the intent). She spins me fine as wine and i don't ask where She went. i've never really cared to note the places that She sleeps or ask Her how She fared while i, Her lonely vigil, keep. if only i could reach the heights survive the Arctic's frozen nights (although it sounds like a bummer) i'd go to where She stays to play (or at least in the summer) and feel Her kiss for endless day.