Sunflower The sunflower would not be satisfied with the moonlight We know that we may fall before the sun returns Ostensibly we declare sufficiency and claim strength, unless the need discloses that there is no substitute for golden light that permeates the dew beads, to reach the blink of a flower. The work is currently being done in the dark, somewhere under a pale light Voices calling asking about completeness, about timing, about parity and about the collectiveness of work What if the garden was a frequent dating party during the day? And a struggle for survival at night, whoever falls does not return unless the need for completion necessitates the spectrum of what they aspire to About me I say that the sun returns and must return I say that we are the sun by choice, or the garden by compulsion and the night is our absence and there is no moon It is only a nice dream to return.