The sun creeps through the crack in the window
It appears broken and disheveled in some way
You feel you’re standing on the wrong side of sunrise
As if you are supposed to watch it when waking up early
Rather than staying up till late.
Forbidden yet so comfortable in routine
You witness the sun set
Then with a blink of an eye it rises
As birds sing in chorus.
Orange, yellow and purple watercolors
Run riot in the sky
A heavenly plain above you
As you close your eyes
The sun releases angels
Perfect beings that dance around you
With one perfect touch
Your skin absorbs their sun kissed glow.