It is beneath the rising sun that my mind
empties of everything and simply leaves me behind.
Suddenly I am swimming in sunlit hues,
basking in the glow of red-yellow-blues.
I have almost become
at one with the sun
in this dream,
when someone starts to talk to me.
I am shaken loose of the thought,
and start to walk
away.
Something random. Ohio has beautiful sunrises. Not so much with sunsets, but it evens out.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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