Heliotropic

"Daylight won’t find us here." -- Failure

Though daylight won’t find me here, you have.
The eternal fires of stars glow
Lighting cobwebbed corners, dusty lexicons

The mountain stream is lit,
Downstream glows red like the skin of exhausted past loves
I’m drawn to your glow
A sunflower pulls itself from the ground

Back into the cave again,
Though daylight won’t find me here, you have,
And I must tell you,
Looking though your painless bright light,
I prefer the dark.

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He`li*o*trop"ic (?), a. Bot.

Manifesting heliotropism; turning toward the sun.

 

© Webster 1913.

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