Warmed By The Sun

I lay bathed in toasty rays and endless light,

Healing, nourishing, strengthening, 

That heady optimism that only a sunny morning can bring,

Becomes the norm, the everyday.

Her sweet, smiling gaze can burn through any haze, 

To warm and revive,

To bring to life parts of my being that I'd forgotten existed,

The life-giving force of nature.

As I sit and soak up the very goodness I've lacked for so long,

From the powerful, all-seeing, star,

I dreamily ponder the purity of her red-hot sanctum,

And wonder 'will it always shine so bright?'