Sol

I miss the sunshine, I hate bedtime!

Sol, my dear star in the sky,

when you fly across my-Earth, 

grab the back of my head high

and make me feel.

You burn for the estranged, see?

In their yards, green grassy plains.

Jumping up, down, around with glee.

Folding myself in, this is my surrender.

Cause until I open my eyes at dawn--

I wait for you, even still.

Author's Note

> I used to hate bedtime
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