The sun

  • The Sky

    I look up and there it is. The sky. Just like before. Just like all my other days. And though it seems like nothing much has changed… Everything is different. Because now… I can finally see the sky. Oh, heavens,… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 4. The Darling Moon

    What if The darling moon Fell in love With the Sun? Would two lights shine from the black? Or Would day-time drift the lovers into the open blue Where they would shine A single ray on a hill by the… Continue reading

  • When You Became the Sun

    I promised this virtual space of mine that I’d sprinkle some heart into it, and so grows this poem: planted from a memory, watered with love. I felt this introduction necessary because I am well aware that grief is an… Continue reading