Ode To Sunshine Pt. II: My Version

Ode to sunshine she is,
at least in his eyes…
She is–
chest crushing heat
burning through blinds and curtains
still dry air that suffocates
with only a smile.
She is–
warmth that penetrates deep within
his soul’s desire.
His ray of hope
saturated with prayers and dreams
without even trying.
How could this be
when she belongs to another
sits in another sky
in a sea of empty space
weaving a future from a tangled past
basket full of empty promises
he wants to make come true
like nights spent under Parisian skies
viewing paintings at the Louvre
bathing in spiritual love
chasing butterflies
in indigo hues
a magnetic, gravitational pull
lost in momentum
protecting the memory
that is still wet with tears.

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2 thoughts on “Ode To Sunshine Pt. II: My Version

  1. weaving a future from a tangled past
    basket full of empty promises
    bathing in spiritual love
    chasing butterflies
    in indigo hues
    a magnetic, gravitational pull
    lost in momentum
    protecting the memory
    that is still wet with tears.

    the worst kind of love, the one you can never forget. The one who’s promises are so empty yet fill us with so much hope. Who’s memory lives on in recurring dreams. Nice Nan.

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