Sun-Drenched

Bring me the sun,

Ring it here close

So my lashes kiss its heat

So the world may singe its hold

It's alone, it's above,

What a perverse scrap of gold!

So it's begging me to bolt

So it's following through my door

Bring me the sun,

As it falls from its throne

So my lashes keep it warm,

So it gets through the cold

It's alone, it's above,

And now it's getting kind of bold

So I watch it rise as morning smoke

So I resign to getting this very old