Sunlight steaming off

The furnace of the Sun

Bastes the rotisseries

Of Venus, Earth, Mars et al.

That line that separates

Night from day,

That walks each sphere

From dark to light,

A delineator labeled

Terminator.

That line within our lives

That slides from birth to death,

The boundary on which we surf

From yesterday into tomorrow;

What kind of sun

Shines life into our lives,

Pours perception

Into the empty flask of time

To nourish knowingness

Into the bloom of life?