she cripples like the sun in a crowd

a glimpse at the beam of dusk,
is no different than my hearts fuel. 
as the sun submerges with the ocean,
burning up beneath the horizon,
and rises the next day,
so bright yet made up of ash and flakes. 
forced into a whole to light up their day,
and when they fall asleep,
as long as they live,
the orbit is infinite,
and it shall repeat.