For M

---Don't go just yet. What would the Sun do without you? Look softly 'pon the candid sky at how the Sun strolls idly by. Always with one eyelid aroused whether you be pure or caroused. His light he lays upon your ground so on its throne your world be crowned. Yesterday morn for you he came. Since birth, first glance, then more the same. Each day before he did distend on tiptoes over trees glistened as tears upon your whimpered lash, to drape the world in dusky sash. Then gently the sash pulled away in hopes your mood might someway sway. Yet left behind the sash staled when ego as tempest galed. Over horizon yonder crept longing to watch e'en as you slept. This morn for you he did return in search of something new to learn. There's more to you than view tunnelled or sadness filtered, refunnelled then drank again in frenzied haste. Don't numb the pallet with one taste. True, this eve he will leave once more. The sky is wide, an open door. But the same path he has followed without you would seem too hollowed. And though he never says as much, he promises to stay in touch.