The sunlight deceives in this thoughtless wonder
bright rays that promise warmth are just for show
an illusion in the making and naught but cold

But imagine the warmth that the sun could bestow unto
violin beats that mimic the heart with strings that echo and
Light that dances behind shadows who bow with grace

Whispers in the timeless space that exists in between
one breath and the next that I hold behind pale lips
shiver not, feel not but warmth of promises yet to be made