The morning sun.
Don’t you love the morning? A new day with possibilities.
A day where you can feel, smell, see, and hear,
And move with new tranquilities.
To me the morning sun is like a rush of dopamine,
Filling my veins with will and lust,
a power as strong as the ancient sun queen.
Her rays warming me up inside and out,
Dissolving shadows and melting doubt.
To me the morning sun is a unique rarity,
It has the ability to let me forget differences and remember similarity.
Sharing familiarity, sincerity, and clarity.
I love the morning sun, for all it has to give.
With a coffee, a gaze, and the feeling that I live.
A quiet breath before the day begins,
A touch of peace beneath my skin.
