an ode to yellow rays of bliss

I see you on a cloudy day

trying to fight the grey sky

like a one year old on a Saturday afternoon during naptime.

I sit on the freshly cut green grass and stare,

wondering where it is you’ve gone for so long.

Did you go away because you were tired of bleeding too much?

Did shades of orange and red fuse together

to fast for you to handle?

Are you sad because they took your

vibrant heart and ran down your body

only to dance sporadically around the evening sky?

I continue to watch as you wait patiently above the rain,

waiting for the perfect time to cascade downward.

I remember all of our past encounters

and I hope you find your way back to me.

In case you have lost your way,
I want you to remember of all the times
we have shared together.

I still taste you in the popsicle

that colors my tongue purple .

I can feel you on the drops that run down

my back when I run around in the sprinklers.

I even smell you in the fireworks

that explode above my head

on a beautiful day in July.

I’ll always see you in the burnt and crisp debris

that keep their glow

as they fall from the sky.

The same barely lit flame

ignites my soul

and I smile.

Not because I see beauty,

but because I am alive to see beauty.