I would rather wake while
the dawn rushes me,
to move in the stillness
of divine placement-
and know that clouds will always stare in silence
as I return home.
where mother earth and sister sky meet,
yes, the sun prepares to sleep-
where angels glide unseen, yet I know them,
yes, the wind
I have felt the movement of their wings.
Oh day! awaken anew.
breathe upon the yawning mountains, the sleepy fields,
breathe upon the road
I must travel, far from here -
take me where the sun prepares to sleep
To death, to death-
we all must die
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-sun-sleeps/
