Adia’s Sun Rise
Gentle rays slip through the curtain’s seam
the sun begins its soft and patient climb.
a blush of light, a barely-there glimmer, gleam
that turns each floating dust mote into flight.
the covers hold a warm, drowsy peace.
the sun has whispered, not yet dared to shout.
we borrow breath before the world’s release,
while duty waits to slowly drain our peace.
and there a shimmer of pearl against the blue
the fading moon sighs her pale, slow goodbye,
watching her dominion gently withdrawn,
pale above, in her dissolving sphere,
the moon withdraws with such a quiet ache.
she sees her dark domain disappear,
feels the sun’s warm promise, to replace.
She leaves one final shimmer in her sigh
with a tear of light
the new day commands the sky.
My daughter woke up with a sunrise then desired to paint it.
Thank you for reading I appreciate your time. Many Blessings.
Beautiful. The words and the painting.
There’s so much tenderness in this.
The way you let the moment stay small and true really moved me.
Many blessings to you and your loved ones as well.