upon the curve

She is my sun and with her the warmth of day. Without, the bitter cold wind of night. On the dark side, I know, I know somewhere that light is shinning, somewhere there are smiles, of hearts filled of her joy. So I run in place, my feet upon the earth, each step pushing, pulling rotation, to bring that light upon my horizon, see the sky lighten in mauve to pink, to know again what it is to breathe.