Sunburned

Recall our youth when dawn’s light burned.
When night, by day, away was turned.

Fridays seventy-two hours long.
Held in a thrall by drugs & song.

Weekends contained only their nights.
Sun broke dawn & we slept thru light.

Eyes uncracked til late afternoon.
Indoors til outside’s lit by moon.

Day was meant to be slept away.
Evening’s dark was when we would play…

& play we did; ever so much.
Chemically fueled questing & such.

We sprinted home to beat bright wrath.
Now, the opposite is my path.

Revels in light & dreams at dark.
Now, wakeful midnights stand out stark.