prodigal sun.
it came back
at dawn
kissing frosted fields
and frozen flowers—
in mourning,
in repentence
for leaving
all this beauty
in the dark.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
sunrise.
i wish
we could discover the morning
together, every day we open
our eyes.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
dead leaves.
the wind steals
autumn
from my fingers.
yellow and red
fragments
of broken figments,
dead leaves
falling away,
speckling the air;
the tiny pieces
of tomorrow’s sunrise
finding their way
home.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
haiku #57.
we are both shadows
of the dawn, beautiful birds
birthed from golden light
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
haiku #39.
reveal your beauty
in the breath of a sunrise,
awake these dead lungs
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
waiting for a sunrise.
she sat on the crescent moon
her blue chucks dangling in space
white stars burning around her
billions of miles away,
just out of reach.
she huddled in the chilled darkness
hands stuffed in her hoodie, waiting
for the first flicker of light
around Earth’s northern rim.
she almost missed it at first,
a small glimmer, subtle in the black expanse
a spark of life gradually expanding,
the brightness moving up and out
blotting out the stars
and overwhelming darkness;
the luminance, almost blinding.
she sat there on the moon, perfectly still,
her eyes closed tightly
letting the warmth wash over her face
and body,
enveloped completely
in the sun’s presence.
