come on kids, we're burning daylight.

the sky sprinkles stardust over the clouds
and painted the rolling hills placid green,
like some kind of beautiful.

midnight cracks with the breaking of dawn,
and daylight burst through my fingertips—
twilight resting deep in my throat and again

with laughter tattooed to my lips like sunrise
i finally feel alive.

an. the title is from a movie my history teacher made us watch: burning daylight.