Half Light

Do you ever see him in the half light 

Standing 

At the edge 

And he turns 

With his finger to his lips 

And points across the canyon 

To the sun

Which is suspended 

Over the city 

Propped up by smoke 

And purple 

And the sun is blinding 

But he is much more beautiful 

And if he were to be 

Betrothed to anyone 

Only the sun would be good enough

Only the sun 

For him. 

So you ask him 

Would you ever marry her 

And he says 

"What a magnificent bride 

She would be 

But I am not good enough for the sun 

I am barely good enough 

For the life she has given me."

And I try to persuade him 

That he would make a brilliant groom 

For what wife 

Would not want for her husband 

To simply stand and adore her

Silencing all others

Bitter at the sign of stars 

Bitter at the night 

And joyous upon the rise 

Of his lover.