Distracted by the Southwestern Sun

The southwestern sun never sets
                        it merely rests for a moment
                        while the heated night air
                        mourns a moonless sky
                        The same billowy white clouds
                        that comfort me in daylight
                        turn dark and foreboding
                        and feel much like my empty sighs

                        In the corner,
                        a chair, a book and a tree
                        and boxes of childhood
                        smile a sweet memory
                        But my mind still travels
                        to a place much further
                        and reminds my heart
                        there is something there
                        more important to you than me