Like holy words,
the rays of sun shine down.
Striking my skin with warmth.
They spiral,
merging with wind to hid their power.
They shine behind birds wing
as feathered beings fly cross landscape sky.
At break of day, they anoint one
to dance in dreams.
And perhaps,
if you watch
the ripples of pond move
a hidden rainbow will shine
giving visions to paint,
write, and sing.

StarBG © 2017