Afternoon heaves its chest, like a lover
succumbing to rapture and exhaustion
after seeing God in another

pair of eyes, then collapses with an awkward caution
from the zenith, above the horizon
succumbing to rapture. And exhaustion

rises from the setting sun
with the glow of the moon, hides
from the zenith above the horizon,

and wades in the pull of the wind swept tides
like evening. It wraps its arms around the day
with the glow of the moon, hides

in the wilderness where a star will pray
that dares the sun to answer or sleep.
Like evening, it wraps its arms around the day

and before relinquishing itself to nights deep
afternoon, heaves its chest; like a lover
that dares the sun to answer or sleep
after seeing God in another.