The sun, peeking through what was left of the night,
Made room for new thoughts, new ideas, a new day.
Warmth being wrapped around me tight,
The wonder and confusion was dispersed as if the sun brought new beginnings.
I felt the sadness escape my mind, as his lips touched mine.
There was no question, there was no reason just the state of sleep wiping away fears.
It was different now, each bright morning, each rising sun, I felt the wheel turning.
It was different this time.
In the way the cold breeze felt when it hit me,
in the way it felt when looks were exchanged,
in the way it felt within each sun rise.
It was then, just as the sun peeked its head between the curtains,
I felt the embrace,
The ever so knowing that things were okay,
That everything would in fact be okay.