Monday, 24 March 2014

After the sun rises…

And that which begins with black
yields to gold
and then to blue
and by and by
we are rainbowed
into and out of
our miseries and loves;
sundrop does not stay
but touch warms
if we open heart-doors
to receive and give.

1 comment :

  1. Why not write about 'After the sun SETS' now?