I do not sleep, so I cannot rise. I’ve kept my eyes open since the day I was born, almost without blinking, for I have no kingdom in the land of dreams to call my own.
Have I therefore no soul? Am I therefore no man?
I sit alone and I watch the sun set. My brothers have already fled before, but I linger still to catch the dying rays, to feel the fleeting glow. And only when I see the purple fade from the horizon into deepest blue, and feel the force of darkness closing in around do I make my exit, leaping and exploding into fastest light, outrunning the sunset and the coming night.
So long as I keep in my father’s gaze, I know of no evil can harm me. I needn’t sleep, so long as sunlight bathes me. But on the dark side of the earth where Father rests with the newest bride, I cannot help but beware the darkness.
We do not sleep. Yet some day, we all must close our eyes. We know not when, but the very sun must one day blink out. Even Father cannot last. And one day light must fall to darkness.
But in the meantime, I will run, sprinting at the speed of light and bouncing off the moon, perhaps. Never to rest while the sun shines over me. Never to blink while yet I see the light.