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.