Come, Alive

In the early morning I wake with Sun,
And she smiles at me with yellow teeth,
And I think Imperfection is beautiful.

In the last moments of the day Bird flies,
And I hear them chirp to the heavens, 
And I think they know Fate all too well.

In the shivering midday I sit with Wind,
And he laughs like Frost, with pain,
And I think he follows Lonely’s footsteps.

In the hours succeeding noon Dog howls,
And they chase fast cars for pleasure, 
And I think Wishes pine for Ambition.

In the late night I kiss Sun farewell
And I ask Moon, “Keep watch over me,”
And I think she loves Flaws, too.