i've seen the sun
spill over the ridge
as it builds its bridge
across the sky
whipping and chasing
night into hiding
taking its time
knowing the race
can't be won
but chasing never the less
sand falls in
life's hourglass
and now the owl
screams the evening
light from the sky
as merry moon
begins the next
leg of life's race
while Venus plays tag
along the way
one night with merry moon
then one morning with the sun
