Ode to the Stages of the Sun

when the sun passes through
the blue pale sky
all the way down,
the light drifts to die.
melatonin the candy taste,
still does not haste,
my dreams still do not come
for hours i toss
i turn,
i yearn and ponder
quandary of the stars and empty
hearts but filled sky,
the sun does not die,
it merely passes through,
the sky.

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