When I walk outside, I look up to her.
The name I hold dearest to me,
Day.
A time when I am my busiest.
From a distance, she can fit into my hands
Up close, I can fit into hers.
She’s too big to fit through
Regular doors, but she creeps through
Windows and is free with how she smiles,
Splashing through shadows
Like they’re rain.
Whether the day is good, or bad,
Everyone knows her name.
My desire and how it swelters.
The first thing I see when I wake up.
She grabs me by the hand and leads me forward,
My heart fast and steady.
Compared to a giant,
I rest in her shadow and find her
In my dreams.
I am sunkissed and I welcome more.
Although I am busy,
There is always time for her.
Poet & Storyteller
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