I'm standing towards the sun
The light warms my hands, my chest, my face
I imagine it enveloping my body, draping, holding
My palms are open wide
My heart expanding
Reaching
For the sunlight is not shining quick enough
And I yearn to be closer
Warmer
Until the fire in my eyes matches that of the blaze inside
Night is creeping behind, persuading sweet amnesia
But She does not realize that Her darkness has already painted armor around me
Black as the sky I once fell into
And stronger than Her voice
And She will tear as my temples and attempt to whisper into my accepting ears
But Day has graced a golden helmet upon my head
A crown of battles to me fought
And wars to be won
And I will reach for Day's hand, our dream becoming my weapon

I cried in blues the other night
The blue of rising morning light
And I had never felt more beautiful