She steers the sun, its rays her crown, drawn
to the danger of the steep climb, dawn's
Reins loose against the fiery chase of day,
hours rush to meet the evening, star-swirl
dizzy in the noonday sun.
Rising too high, veering too close, she sears
the earth to desert. She is punished for wanting—
her fire extinguished in flame ,
in the chill air, a trail of light
across the charred vault of night sky.