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The sun Is glad to see your face, Your unseen grace, Your Hidden space, Your Silhouette now covered in sun beams. It seems You've been Packed away for a very long time Its almost a crime how you've Shielded yourself from his hydrogenity. The sun Is glad to see your smile Your pearly whites And colorless lips Soft, Too cold, needing, Craving, warmth. His Golden fingers graze your cheek And Bring life back to your pallor. Who knew Living as a recluse would make you so blue, So unidentifiable? He Brings you back from the dead Pulling your soul back out into your flesh. Fresh And healed, At least Temporarily But it is enough, His touch, To liven your now tanning skin To Make you akin to his own: A sunflower Trapped in the dark 3 inches tall instead of 3 feet Now starting to grow beyond skyscrapers with his aid, if his light is what's causing you to Stand up straight His heat is what is reviving your heartbeat A Crescendo from silence to a slight pitter patter Almost as soft as rain. Almost as if crying. If you listen hard enough, You just might hear it wimpering, waking up from it's hibernation. It Wants to go back to sleep But he Refuses to give up his efforts of recesitation For he knows it isn't for naught, For he knows that it is working, Your heart stirring Beating Louder as you step further out of the door frame Let him Cradle your soul with his firey hands Let him Bring you back from the dead. You Look so much more alive when you let him work his magic on you. The world Has missed you. Looking around, Your mind starts whirring, Analysing The outside world. The Green of the grass and the Blue of the sky, All Graces of the solar angel shining over you, Shining into you. Giving you sight, Giving you life, Giving you the things you couldn't have before. Let his Golden happiness seep into your freezing bones, And, Turn them into torches And burn brighter, in the daylight Than you ever did in the darkness.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
AkinToASunflower
Silhouette in Sunbeams
The sun Is glad to see your face, Your unseen grace, Your Hidden space, Your Silhouette now covered in sun beams. It seems You've been Packed away for a very long time Its almost a crime how you've Shielded yourself from his hydrogenity. The sun Is glad to see your smile Your pearly whites And colorless lips Soft, Too cold, needing, Craving, warmth. His Golden fingers graze your cheek And Bring life back to your pallor. Who knew Living as a recluse would make you so blue, So unidentifiable? He Brings you back from the dead Pulling your soul back out into your flesh. Fresh And healed, At least Temporarily But it is enough, His touch, To liven your now tanning skin To Make you akin to his own: A sunflower Trapped in the dark 3 inches tall instead of 3 feet Now starting to grow beyond skyscrapers with his aid, if his light is what's causing you to Stand up straight His heat is what is reviving your heartbeat A Crescendo from silence to a slight pitter patter Almost as soft as rain. Almost as if crying. If you listen hard enough, You just might hear it wimpering, waking up from it's hibernation. It Wants to go back to sleep But he Refuses to give up his efforts of recesitation For he knows it isn't for naught, For he knows that it is working, Your heart stirring Beating Louder as you step further out of the door frame Let him Cradle your soul with his firey hands Let him Bring you back from the dead. You Look so much more alive when you let him work his magic on you. The world Has missed you. Looking around, Your mind starts whirring, Analysing The outside world. The Green of the grass and the Blue of the sky, All Graces of the solar angel shining over you, Shining into you. Giving you sight, Giving you life, Giving you the things you couldn't have before. Let his Golden happiness seep into your freezing bones, And, Turn them into torches And burn brighter, in the daylight Than you ever did in the darkness.
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