The sun’s seventh horse

Today uncharacteristically the sun stopped
cutting a hole in the barricades I had built around myself
freeing me from murky darkness
then promised pieces of rainbow peeped from behind the penumbra
velvet warmth tugged at my sleeve
tender tendrils of hope tentatively unfurled
but the yellow moon watches me I know
waiting for me to slip out of my skin
black stars explode in my chest
I cannot let dreams atrophy on seashells
the lonely earth I cradle in my spindly arms
shielding her from the marauding sky
I must steal the sun's seventh horse
keeping a promise I never made.