Confused (part 1 of 10)

I don't understand
how when we land
we manage to plan
hand and hand.

Yet you run
seeming father than the sun
I wonder if your done
even though it's just begun.

I don't get your notions
your phases and motions
drowning in your oceans
killing me softly with your potions.

There you stay quietly
taunting me softly
you there warmly
then gone before me.