Dear my sun,
Your radiance shall wake me:
The rising. My quiet escape, my warming glow. I found peace in the way your silken orange melts into the brightest blue.
Your brilliance shall guide me:
My pearl, My gleaming infinity. Thoughts of the magnificence in your mere presence pulled me up from this lengthy dormancy, living my life ahead, leaving the pain behind.
Your luminance shall slake me:
My light, my ball of ocher flame. I ventured into the depths of my unruly heart to find the words that tasted like honey at your dawn. Calming, comforting.
Your blaze shall abide me:
My angel, my safe heaven.
You may pack your bags and perch yourself on the highest of stakes. To keep growing at the pace that is right for you. To keep blossoming in the gardens of yours. While you are there, you will face a treacherous journey you embark on to heal, with unexpected turns in the path it is not linear. Through diversities there will be triumphs, in hardship you will prevail.
I hope my nights will hug you dearly, so no amount of sorrow will scratch your bones.
