I'M a Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours... for I can’t penetrate the dark. Light is a weaver of colors, whose rainbows clothe a naked sun... I perceive shadows as they creep... and set their pace, in league with time. My gnomon, bathed in golden light, imbues me with the time of day... I track the sun arose the sky... holding time hostage to its flight. And basking in its rays all day, I can feel my face glistening... Animated by light’s warm touch... it anoints my face with its rays. And I can’t compare how that feels, at least in my reality... I'm frequented by butterflies... licking the salts from my worn face. And that bond between life and light, makes me glad, I’m a sundial...