Sunshine and Riddles and Nods To the Sky

I'm a riddle for the sun sweet silver beams in eyes of wonder evaporating windows in steam and flooding the room with light. My emotions dance in the air always on the upswing, on the mend never pooling shadows at my feet never sitting still to ebb. I'm alive and catching the breeze hearing the sky spill secrets to me rushing my blood through adrenaline veins on their way to absorb my delight It's infectious and reflective this silver shine from my solar moods Join me in this dance of light as we tip our hats to the golden orb with the wind on our heels to mend.