Meddlesome Sun, does every morning need
this glaring spectacle of light and flame?
Lingering, lurking, jealousy and greed
light our bed and illuminate your shame.
You may be a star, the eye of heaven,
an almighty source of beauty and strength,
but your golden touch, unholy leaven,
is a cancer stealing our youth at length.
Please won't you give me this moment to share
with the love of my life before I go?
You can watch her all day for all I care.
I promise you no one will ever know.
Just for a minute, look the other way,
and then go on with the rest of your day.