Seams

Giving half the effort, Miles on me grew fast, No time to observe or report, I have time only for that lass. But as time was playing upon, My rapidly maturing form, I found a hat to don, And seek a space to mourn. This sun I set to the sky, To overturn darkness and find her, New beneath it for a time, Long enough to find her. As my solar beacon seeks, I run ragged chasing dreams, And when the blazing sun breaks, I will roam til I can touch her seams.