Polaris

I.

Sunflowers face east, welcoming

their god that climbs over the horizon.

A crimson glare floods my window.

          I hide beneath blankets, limbs weak,

          hoping that Apollo will reverse

          the coming morn behind mountain peaks.

II.

Life thrives under the

honey orb that arcs among the

cream splotches in the sky.

The Earth spins and dances

around it's sun as

          I sleepwalk

          through the day. Body

          cemented in place.

III.

Noctilucent clouds shimmer

as day morphs into night.

Two heavenly spheres

wink at one another.  One waking

while the other dips into slumber.

          I know of the sleepless hours in the dark

          silently despising the

          promise of another day.

IV.

In the evening

constellations churn about Polaris.

His movements are not tracked by days or years.

To the world he is lame.

A diamond idly hanging in velvet black.

          I am Polaris.

          Seemingly frozen in a world of motion.

          But I do move--ever so slowly.

Flashing across the span of a lifetime,

A brilliant flame in the heavens.