The quest, the ever quest.
The run.
Trying to capture the sun.
The race, and the chase,
and the aim of the day begun.
The jewel in the sky.
Trying to capture the sun.
The reach, the hope of something,
meaningful,
that moves,
is true,
important.
Something you can feel in you.
This is the world,
in gold and diamond blue,
laid bare;
the end, yet just begun.
The best I have done,
so far,
as I reach for the sun.