He awoke in me sunrise after sunrise
Prisms of dawning to an eager eye
Sweet melodies of hoping on the wings of birds that fly
His lips the Eagles soaring in crystal blue skies
His presence a gentle breeze helping you to grow wise
Or the light from the silver moon gently caressing all of your highs
His love the very foundation for when I became alive
For he is the whole sky, the pounding heartbeat, the rising love, the dancing feet, the breeze for my chime, the entire reason I get by…
© Delia Ross. 2019
