"It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply"
You read the words of David Jones in a loving, yet disheartening voice.
We paused
I wondered what it would look like when we found each other, drenched in different shades of feeling.
Weather-resistant is a large feat.
What if I had found the bright-colored sun, and you were still stuck in the rainshower.
I imagine offering you an umbrella
You'd decline
Not because you enjoyed the wet weather, but because it was your birthplace
Melancholy was your native tongue and I wasn't yet fluent in the language.
Eventually, you would find the light again and relish in it.
You looked so **** beautiful when you rejoiced over goodness.
Until that day, we would play house,
Naive and near-sighted.
I think this is why they hate young people.

The sun is my god.

She is bold and giving
And never asks about wrongdoing.
She heals unconditionally
Without question or concern.
You need not look far to see all the good she is capable of.
The tulips have told me she is their god too.

She brings life and light
And solace to the soul.
She has never requested I repent
Or cite scripture to be welcomed by her.

She wraps me in her warmth
Whether I am devout or disinterested.

The sun is my god
And my god is she something.