From the far start of the alphabet,
the sun rose for me.
Dawn wore the color of autumn,
and in that quiet first blush,
a fairy passed through my sight.
My tiny world held its
breath as flowers
learned to bloom,
their nectar trembling
as if the cosmos
was asking to be turned
into honey.
I was only a bee then,
helpless in the most delicate way,
drawn without reason toward
a single sunflower.
And there an ember found its
way into my chest,
small, patient, eternal.
Time moved on, as it always does.
Other hands found mine,
other mornings learned my name,
and love, real and living,
walked beside me.
Yet still,
beneath all that warmth,
that first ember never
asked to be extinguished.
From that first ray of light to
this resting hour,
the moment and feelings never faded.
It crystallized,
not into longing alone,
but into diamond.
A fossil kissed by sunrise,
warmed through borrowed daylight,
carried quietly until dusk.
Every late afternoon,
the golden sun slowly lowers itself,
the world is bathed in amber tones.
And the stars, faithful, knowing,
whisper what they have
always known.
tomorrow, and forever.
For some where in time,
Amber remains,
not a wound, not a regret,
but love caught mid-glow,
a dream that never came true,
a honeyed Amberly tone
holding the sun itself,
still warm,
still kind,
after twenty years and so.
…. A memory that refused to cool.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
From the far start of the alphabet,
the sun rose for me.
Dawn wore the color of autumn,
and in that quiet first blush,
a fairy passed through my sight.
My tiny world held its
breath as flowers
learned to bloom,
their nectar trembling
as if the cosmos
was asking to be turned
into honey.
I was only a bee then,
helpless in the most delicate way,
drawn without reason toward
a single sunflower.
And there an ember found its
way into my chest,
small, patient, eternal.
Time moved on, as it always does.
Other hands found mine,
other mornings learned my name,
and love, real and living,
walked beside me.
Yet still,
beneath all that warmth,
that first ember never
asked to be extinguished.
From that first ray of light to
this resting hour,
the moment and feelings never faded.
It crystallized,
not into longing alone,
but into diamond.
A fossil kissed by sunrise,
warmed through borrowed daylight,
carried quietly until dusk.
Every late afternoon,
the golden sun slowly lowers itself,
the world is bathed in amber tones.
And the stars, faithful, knowing,
whisper what they have
always known.
tomorrow, and forever.
For some where in time,
Amber remains,
not a wound, not a regret,
but love caught mid-glow,
a dream that never came true,
a honeyed Amberly tone
holding the sun itself,
still warm,
still kind,
after twenty years and so.
…. A memory that refused to cool.
Amber tones: Autumnal Glow, Sunrise, Sunset, Sunflower, Honey, Ray of Light, Gold
