Turn To The Sun
Think of the sun as a reminder of the warmth that you are aching for from anyone that you adore Think of the moon as a song in the final trimester of the composition of lullabies which will give birth every time you stare at it. Think of the stars as the steed mounted Holy Knights of Faith who offer sanctuary to wishes that are longing to be heard Think of the air as the replenishment of memories that will protect you from the dark jungle prowl of fears and uncertainty Think of the clouds as a flotilla of ships with a cargo full of dreams which will find its way back to Port as soon as the storm ends Think of the rain as the downpour of dispatches handwritten in the script of angels which in any language reads I understand. And think of tomorrow For what it always is: A ready to be delivered tenderly whispered answered prayer.