Sunkissed

even when it rains.

I take the steps and walk along.

Spreading my arms I can do nothing but smile.

That light there.

This light here.

Green leaves tangled,

flowers opened.

Clouds leaving rain,

wind bringing song.

Beyond all is the blue of sky.

Beyond all is the gold of light.

The air calls for flying.

The waves call for diving.

New shores waiting,

roses in the evening.

A new morning arrives embracing the old, the new.

This is what we are.

What we look at...

Do we see things as if in a different world?

Do we see things as if in another reality?

Where is my reality if I look out and see something that is half a world in another direction?

Am I real here, or wherever I feel I roam?

Is there a reflection of me wherever my thoughts are wandering?

That light there is the sun.

That light there is the same sun that I see here.

That there is the same sun that will rise here after it's climbed up there.

This here.