A Midsummer Sunday

A sunrise beyond what we can see. Blessing her with its lingering kisses. Feeling as thought it was made for none other than her.it speaks a gentle coo deep beyond what many can seem to experience within herself becoming one. Doe eyed globes seeking for absolute truth rising from the warmth of her cocoon nothing but the summer’s warmth coating her temple of creation. Looking beyond the skyline surely feeling a rise as the sun continues to coax the significant sculptor. New beginnings fresh impact for others but most to lay under the watchful eye of their love’s course. Sunday’s were made for the loner’s choice. It’s a time to love yourself even when you feel no one can. Striding through the empty filled home images filled with warmth runs a sense of happiness. The silenced thought of having not a care in the world reminiscing of all the endless possibilities. To be alone takes courage. But, it’s the summer Sunday mornings that create the joyful thrill of being alone watching the skies make love with the colors it creates to the night sky. Above it all it’s the naked eyes that begin a new journey that lays yet ahead of the doe eyed beauty that all begin with a simple kiss from god’s creation.