It’s when you’re done

It's when you're done
chasing the sun,
its blaze ignored
your pursuit flawed,

tired now, of the wasteful,
the haste full,
burned, succumb.
it's when you're done.

You turn away, licking your wounds,
anger, denial, acceptance? Dismay.
Then, morning comes around,
another day!

Happy now to bask in its warmth,
Watch it pledge its troth
to the pink grey, giving way
to the moons silver cloth.
Into the joyful,
the peaceful.

It's then, you know, you're done.