In the heat of summer, you were a
Almost out of reach, barely a chance – a lucky pick
In the deadly winds of winter
You were salt water,
very much alive
Spalshing against the coastline
of my skin
And each day in between,
You were the sun in my morning
pinks, warm, light
And you set along my horizon.
And just like that – your rays shone to the tips of my petals
delicate, glowing, lingering with the strength of your gleam
And like the flower of the sun that I am,
reaching towards its power –
I turned my face towards you.