More moon-like than the sun...

And this is what has happened...

He lives for a 4 O clock to happen to him

Every day his sunrise...

Till then he survives.

At 5 the sun sets on him before it sets on the world,

And he begins to die,

A little every moment till the morning,

In between, he anxiously glances

At the one flash of sundrop on his instrument,

To make him breathe another moment.

Sometimes he is lucky,

Often he isn't,

Cause setting down,

The sun forgets him till the morning,

And has other work to do,

Another side of the planet to light up...

While the rest of the world has it's own sun that dawns,

He gets a blink of his, on the instrument,

And again a void for a long long time,

Till it is sunrise time.

But somewhere deep within his heart,

There is an ache,

A gnawing doubt,

A fear for inevitability...

That one day,

His sun might not dawn at 4.

It had happened to him before,

For a few days, weeks, months,

He had lived without the sun.

His crops had wilted,

His seasons gone haywire,

His livestock had died..

He had survived though

And had even thought,

He might get used to living without it

But who can live without the sun?

What kills him,

Is that one day

His sun might not dawn at all, ever...

Then at least, will he get his moon?