You brighten my days until they are
gleaming rays of light.
Until the days spill through my hands, and into the soil, and from that soil grows trees.
Trees whose leaves
fall on your head and drip
sap on your nose.
And you laugh and laugh and that laughter turns into raindrops,
the good kind,
that make the world glisten.
Listen.
To the music of your sighs.
And when I start seeing shadows where there is no sun,
YOU come.
And turn these darker days into glowing rays -
of sweet, milk and honey-covered hope.