Literature
Kiss the Sun
Sunlight kisses
my eyes,
slanting
through lobby windows
across old furniture
and yellow-and-green carpet.
and mare's tails,
drifting,
whisper of more good to come -
dry days are ahead.
I see you and I see light
making these simple things
out of darkness
and when the sun kisses my eyes
I want to kiss it back,
and I do,
with head full
of words
and eyes richly speaking.
You've said things I remember
and don't
and I've said things I remember
and don't
but I remember most when words
stopped and
our language
was spoken through
light beams and darkness.