I Hope the Sun is a Gossip

You’re always too far to hear me.

And I’m wondering,

If I whisper to the sun

As it kisses the bronze out from under my skin

If it will carry that whisper back to you

When it leaves me for the night to head for you.

If I whisper, I miss you

When you wake in early morning light

Will you hear it?

Quiet and dream like

You, just barely touching the edges of morning

And rays of light,

Carrying my words

To crawl across your skin

Creeping in your veins,

After passing through your ears