Lethargic Sun why must you tarry?
Cloud puppies seared in the sand
beg of your quick passing.

Short lived they are, lucid dreams of past;
a state of being endures
to wander aimlessly.

Where are the puppies I so long for?
Upon the breast of the mountains
have they sojourned in peace?

Shall I ever reach the pinnacle
where so few have trod before?
surely the Sun does know.

Twilight looms on distant horizons
where but a few dare follow,
except brave cloud puppies.

Oh Sun I beg, return to me soon,
to warm my soul with your smile,
and return cloud puppies.

Copyright © 2008 Keith Blackie