Think of the Sun

Think of the sun

as the warmth

you are aching for

when everything feels like 

the ruins of the rain

Think of the moon

as the maestro 

of the tides

conducting the rise and fall 

of your shipwrecked heart

Think of the stars

as the Knights Templar

of infinite possibilities 

ready to ride into battle

to defeat your doubts and uncertainty 

Think of the air

as the replenishment of memories

Think of the passing clouds

as a cargo full of dreams

Think of the winter storms

as a flurry of dispatches handwritten

in the script of snow 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.