Sunlight

Tis a wonder how the sunlight
brings much joy to tears falling
down a face. A simple shade of
happiness echoes.

Where? When? How? Indeed the
light and the wind find homes
across stormy gray eyes and
darkened red strands.

A gentle laughter vibrates throughout
the mind and the soul absorbs the
wondrous rays. The spirit then
rakes over the dampened coals only
to stir up the courage to stand once
more.

A kindness in chirping. A silly wave
of blisters that fall from the trees.
Forming petals of kisses across
the freckled cheeks. How quiet
I am. Sitting and listening to a bit
of chatter yet not really involved in
the conversation.

Only attention found is among the
chills rubbing against my bare
arms. A small reminder I am still alive.
Working on the progress of being
a solo joyous being. A surefire
prayer that is held. Finding root
deep.

Holding yet not. Hiding yet blazing
before eyes. Silently being aware of
my presence. Yes I find comfort in
the sunlight. The soothing hope
that yes something is dared to be
real.

Yes a dream of hopes.

Ah I sit here on my stone steps in
hopes my day goes well and I do get
entertained with laughter or a delightful
sight.

A sigh escapes me and the chapped
lips beg. Yet none hear save me -
deep breath in. Yes yes yes I hope.

Sitting in a shade of sunlight.
Bound by stance I am viewed,
quietly, perhaps. Gently smiled
and given a hope.

Dare you share my sunlight