Before The Sun's Pieces

Before the sun's pieces, Shine on brim's, coffee mug; And with my prepping airs— It's all jeopardy to Roll frost in bed somewhere. Before the sun's pieces, Rain in a golden chain. I pine at streaked window. How bitter is the fog From where night morn dreams go. Before the sun's pieces, Ice below the outside, In a bristling gesture— God, now I see in you Past my bleak reflections. Before the sun's pieces, While dawn is watched by moon, Sun has the grace to gleam— He'll come in the long fade, For his Moon maiden, seen.