The Sun Meets

Beat the long arm of the coke red sun
deep into the place where the sun meets
the sun meets, meets the,
place where the void ends,
and something begins.

When the night hints at its coming.
Its successful foreshadowing
causing me to rejoice
at the passing of a fraying day,
and sometimes leaving me cringing,
and wishing to stay awake
longer and longer.
To keep myself from sleeping away
the time I have free of obligation
and inevitable failure.

But as you all know,
The night passes long or short
for all.
Long Nights! Stay in your resplendent fever!
Keep me in your circle
and never end.
Time can not stop,
but sometimes,
Oh! If morning would just never come.