oops.

summer for lovers

I was tempted to swoop my finger across it, as if to lick the cream off. The sun seemed frosty in the morning and it was a muted brightness that condensed on the ground to dew.

"The course of true love never did run smooth."

The streams of heat emitted were tender and sweet to my shoulders. The grass blades flickered in the breeze and I'm reminded of the candles you'd light by your bedside.

The shadows in the room were graceful and full of rhythm. The lit wax was releasing an enticing smell of gardenias and sandalwood. I remember always wanting to be by your side because we were in synch and you always made me sigh.

But just as the sun rises and we met, the sun also sets.

shadow play

The sun used to set moods for us and our day and how we would use the light to play, in the sun, in the shadows, in the drizzled rain, in the bed. The sun that is our life source and decides when most of the world is awake and the other side slaved by the moon and the night and the darkness. The sun which emits heat that feeds vitamin D to our bodies but also nourishes our green cousins that provide us with such pure oxygen.
Sun, my son, giving me warm in the cold and in the heat a shimmering glow as to appear like a pretty penny.