the kitchen amplifies its power as sun <br />gilds wooden cupboards with a patch of <br />gold, ice-cold tiles acquire a warming <br />balm but feet still bare beware, cold is <br />yet intense, left my bed to find its warmth <br />and stand refreshed, my heart rejoicing, <br />white wall tiles softly glow <br /> <br />the sun, my constant lover, ever faithful, <br />loyally returns - laughter brimming in his <br />brilliant eyes though clouds obscure him <br />for too long, he knows he’ll overcome – <br />I ADORE the sun, I’m Mayan by consent <br />they worshipped him like me <br /> <br />though I will not tear out hearts beating <br />from living victims as they would have <br />done, we share the same fascination of <br />sunshine and delight in the sun’s velvet <br />touch, I wish I could stay here forever <br />dream of being the sun’s beloved bride....<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-06-02-sun-s-bride/
