I am thirsting for a sunrise.
for your slender beams of gold,
coming out of darkness
for another chance at hope.
i need to see that sometimes,
darkness can be overcome.
that maybe we can just step back,
and fight hate and pain with love.
the way it starts out so small,
and trickles in like water colored paintings
and when it grows large and powerful,
the humming birds start humming.
but when its glimmers peak its head,
as its rays grow bright and hot,
its like its finally coming back
from the other end of the sidewalk.
from upside down, it looks like its falling up
melting slowly into space,
and as we know how short life is,
we complain about its pace.
even as that sun starts fading,
i lose sight of myself
i forget the taste of snowcones; the sight of
shiny, pink seashells.
and when the sun starts setting,
we all just start forgetting.
yesturday matters not to some
and even today
becomes none.
the sun starts returning to the earth
our thoughts jump to tomorrow,
it looks like the hills and the grass and the trees
are consuming sunlight borrowed.
when all is stripped away,
i can't help but miss the sun.
i miss the way it kisses my skin
and how it makes my heart bleed love.
and i am.
sleeping.
in my bed --
dreaming.
thirsting
for the sun.
for that warmth to break the crisp, cool mourning.
and break the pain that breaks me. with love.
