Solstice light savings

somewhere or time between nights end
and the new day Im awake with thirst
from the prior dissipation
and remember the darkness we danced in
and gave host to a few hours ago
and in reaching for your shoulder
I remember there is light,
just as much or more
sunshine stored through the winter
The days only grow short a few more spins
and before this mad christmas even
the light will grow a little longer
each spin
I'll outgrow the envy for moldy poets
that fucked around
and fictional toughs
and reflect and revise my myth
and honor the one I chose to share it with