You rise

To clear the fog

The weatherman was wrong

Nine

Hours

Pass

Shafts of light

Pierce the clouds

I could sit here forever

Soaking up every last one

I wish to embrace the whole of you

To experience the light of your thoughts

Mingle with the heat of your breath

But with this table between us

You are 92 million miles away

I am Icarus

And I have fashioned wings of steel

For I have learned my lesson

Still I long to take to the heavens

But night draws nigh

Soon you will dip below the horizon

Beyond my reach

And I am left to find the moon

A mere sliver in the sky

A pale imitation of you