Waking SUN

 

Waking Sun

 

The song of a bird at dawn,

when every shadow glows blue, resounds,

and a small whisker of a cloud

gathered at the horizon greets

 

the waking sun…like an eye

slow to open—touching the sky, meekly.

Amber splash upon a halo crown,

this welcoming cloud crumbs cluster

 

our artistic light begins so…

While eggshell whitened backdrop

Blooms across the quilted tops

of hush-soft pillows, afloat now, go…

 

A pool azure stretch of sky

with whites in fluorescence, glows

like neon, a heaven-billboard sheen

on valley hills rising climbs, gleaned.

 

The light’s reposed skeins, sublime

from backs of tiny mountains linked,

a fan of morning’s sunlit winks

shadows, songs, and birds awakening…

 

This view from a desert’s pace

Rancho Viejo patio box seats

even with a chill of early bare feet

it is reassuring to witness be

 

our home’s theatrical dome…

Patiently our firmament’s coloring

complete like a single chandelier

open as the dawn begins to bleed,

 

fully as our lungs can only breathe

the effortless magnificence

of godly light and world and us

combined, inside our minds’ eye

 

We are loved, by proof of this

Paintings’ coalesced gift to us,

the goodness and knowing now

Why we feel our light

 

We trade our love as our muse

to each other reflects

the balance, and respect

Uniting the world: a gift of new…

 

Waking sun, a promise,

reality is set, our love can only be true.

Reviews

[Swetha]

absolutely breathtaking. there's no other word for it.

[Jason]

niece pice and great imagery! And what a creative way to speak on a love supreme.



"fully as our lungs can only breathe
the effortless magnificence
of godly light and world and us
combined, inside our minds' eye"


Thanks