when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know no heat
no deathly chill
only the warmth on my fingers
a gentle breeze on my face
when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know no bitterness
from yesterday's dusk
only the hopeful restlessness
of waiting for the sun
when it's just me
and the rising sun
I know not your name
you must be miles away asleep
dreaming up sunsets and starlight
it's just me and the rising sun.
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