Is that you touching my face
It feels so soft like lace
Is it you that glistens,
from the corner view,
as my eye opens slightly,
from the warming Muses,
so rightly
Is it you who arrived today,
so night would turn into light
Yes it's me
The glorious sun,
who looked through your blinds,
and said
Another day begins,
with my rays,
which is all part of nature days

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney