Sunrise

Strange it is to have words fail you
To watch, to engage, and never pin them down.

Stranger still, though all familiar,
Is to recognize the word in the smallest moment.

An idle glance, the spoken words already slipping away
The last rays of light finally making it clear.

On the longest night, we had chased the sun as far as we could.
I was by your side basking in our best shot in the light before winter.

That warmth and light are no consequence of the sky,
They are something from you.

The sun only serves to remind the world of that radiance –
The blaze to your hair, the honeyed-gold of your eyes

All just physical reminders
Of what what has always been beneath.

Though far from superstitious —
The night before another trip around your sun? All from before?

Who am I to ignore
When the universe shows so clearly.

So cautiously and carefully have I moved,
But I’m not afraid for once.

You are a sunrise
So calm, warm, and full of hope.