
HERE COMES THE SUN
All this white
before my eyes,
this clear clot
above the sky.
Heat rolls in,
warms
the cold bones
of morning.
It massages
its salve in me,
a weightless
shadowed flicker.
Morning
believes in its
own dreams,
and it whispers… Here comes the sun.
for dVerse Quadrille #83 “Sun” ©️ Misky 2019
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