Is glad to see your face,
Your unseen grace,
Your Hidden space,
Silhouette now covered in sun beams.
Packed away for a very long time
Its almost a crime how you've
Shielded yourself from his hydrogenity.
Is glad to see your smile
Your pearly whites
And colorless lips
Golden fingers graze your cheek
And Bring life back to your pallor.
Living as a recluse would make you so blue,
He Brings you back from the dead
Pulling your soul back out
into your flesh.
At least Temporarily
To liven your now tanning skin
To Make you akin to his own:
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.
Wants to go back to sleep
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
Louder as you step further out of the door frame
Cradle your soul with his firey hands
Bring you back from the dead.
You Look so much more alive when you let him work his magic on you.
Has missed you.
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.
Golden happiness seep into your freezing bones,
Turn them into torches
And burn brighter, in the daylight
Than you ever did in the darkness.
Unloading my notes onto hepo! This is a piece I never got to share in poetry club, so I'll share it with you guys (: