Sunshine

Shining your light on the clock as if to offer a begging child a loaf of bread. Always out of reach, grasping tightly for fear of loss. * Regal. * Antagonizing the clock, begging for darkness. For the sun’s kiss to set behind the Hills. Seconds passing by, like a hammer pounding a nail into stone. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Goodnight. Goodbye. * Encompassing all but the deepest, darkest crevices. Reaching every darkest secret. * Keep shining bright, sun in the sky, into a new day, full of new hopes. Even the clock has hopes for his time, to bask in the sunshine.