The sun has risen

Almost in a teasing manner

Ever so slowly burning my tired eyes

Yet playful as usual beckoning the day

I cannot play today dear sun

For I need to rest these weary eyes

But dear writer I already miss you so

Dear sun I miss you as well even though you are burning my eyes through my skull

And making the birds ever so loud

But you have fun dear sun

I will catch you at your sleep

When the birds have gone

And my eyes can

Finally breathe