Sun Never Sets Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I never set, always at my best,
When I see you need some rest,
I know the world below your feet,
Has been changed in a bed of heat,
I know what can be its remedy,
I feel what's your life's tragedy,
You are wet in a bitter stream,
And you need a sweet dream,
Leaving the stars you are guarded by,
Laving a moon you are guided by,
Leaving you in a woman's hot arms,
Leaving you enchanted in her charms,
Leaving half of aurora behind my back,
Carrying other half as the morning snack,
I just go to awake the sleepers for work,
To struggle to survive until the dusk.
Free them from the arms of another woman,
I never set I always rise for a sleeping man.