Summer's Play

Every time that She leaves
it feels like forever!
but when She returns,
bringing life and light and joy,
it's like She never left
except for this here boy.
i know i'm just a toy;
Sun's got lovers everywhere.
but i will not play coy
when i need Her, i can share.
the Sun is made for fun
(brutality is not the intent).
She spins me fine as wine
and i don't ask where She went.
i've never really cared
to note the places that She sleeps
or ask Her how She fared
while i, Her lonely vigil, keep.
if only i could reach the heights
survive the Arctic's frozen nights
(although it sounds like a bummer)
i'd go to where She stays to play
(or at least in the summer)
and feel Her kiss for endless day.