I Rise

It’s the end of my day.
Where the sun follows me to my table
That I sit down to
Every sunset I can find it.
And it casts the last of its golden light over my skin. Making me a photograph.
Holding still in time.
That golden moment.
Where I feel the beauty of the light.
And feel myself beautiful in it.
At the end of the day.
Everything is golden.
Painted in shades of sunset
Where nightfall holds the hand
Of sunset as she sleeps.
And night awakes in its blanket of invisible skies and stars and black.
The shadows finding their freedom in the blackness of it’s wake as they laugh like little children until sunrise awakens me
And begins my day.
The golden light softly calling to me.
It’s morning.
And with the sun
I rise.

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