Always the Sun

There’s always the Sun.
There’s always its Magic.
Consolation by Light.
Diamond Trail.
Fire Carnival.

There’s always its beauty, proud & full of promises.
The promise of Simple.
The promise of Better.
The promise of One Day.

(What do they say ? After the rain. The sun. Trust nature.)

Its mesmerizing shadows, even when hidden, its sparkling joy. Perfection disguised in many forms.

(For Perfect is always « many » never « one »)

Stolen moments, blissful seconds, vibrations of Hope.
Pause. Stop. Watch. Dream.


Always trust what the Sun says.
It whispers sweet kindness.