Lyrics

All my mornings wake
Before this break of day
And all my afternoons
Await the midday sun
To make of much the most
A day can hold
Within its glowing hands
Upon its endless back
Between the blinking of its eyes

I was made of day
And night, of dusk and dawn
As if asked by the sky
To mind the sun and moon
To make of much the most
A life can hold
Inside its every breath
Behind its open eyes
Before the waving of its hand

Have we come too far to fall
To our knees and kiss its feet?
Kiss the rusted, dusty, muddy day?