For A Troubled Sister

Daylean steals sharp light.

Quick cerulean ukulele twangs
blue the sultry orange half notes

of this central star’s french horn
announcing sleep

comes. when we chastise
and deny. it laughs. fades.

dies like lungs grabbing the last
breath. sneaks round to the other side of

the world. waits for our hovering lashes
before peeping over again like a piccolo

chirping. The universe says: “let go.
let me. let God/dess

Light! Dayclean.