It is strange, how the sun seems to shimmer on
The grass, as though it were a bed of heaven-sent
Butterflies, emerging triumphant from the discarded
Chrysalis. Up above, amidst the darting and dashing
Thrushes, clouds recede until the sky is a bare naked blue.
Haunting my eyes and elusive in its shine,
The sun dances before me; teasing, testing, thrilling, waiting.
Waiting for the moment I close my eyes, and allow my mind to
Drift. Blinded by the light of your glow, my world is
Luminous, bathed in the warmth you bring.