romance with the sun

I’ve long forgotten how it feels the moment you caress my exposed morning skin —

this dreadfully elongated winter filled of fog and desperation keeps me from you on days I am in most need;

so near, yet tease-fully somehow always out of reach

I ache for elongated light and warmth dancing upon and within,

my daydreams but an escape, only to be rudely interrupted by reality’s haze

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my deepest desires…for another to live in a daydream along my side; oblivious as it were — profoundly lost in the profoundness of love itself

…perhaps a reality resembling daydreams be nearer than the mind tends to lead on.

I open my eyes, for once, my heart as well; surrounded, says I, by the fields of yellow flower and golden butterfly

and for the first time in what seems as if forever, I know, undeniably, there is still light, warmth, and enlightenment left to be found

amidst cloud beyond cloud,

mists upon mists,

for I fall deepest, endlessly, for the essence of sun entirely.