An Audience with the Sun


Light
Dances on bumble bee wings
Strumming
Lazy honey sweet summer air
When
Contentment melts like sugar
Into
Thoughts that become words
That
Become daydreams under cotton clouds
Rolling, gently
Across the blue expanse of forever
And
Everything is endless
Glow
Filtered through petals
New
As the gold in my skin
Warm
As the enchanted days
That
Taste like cinnamon

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