My Sunshine
As a stormy cloudy day, my heart filled with a dark gloomy, foggy haze.
Breathless and no longer living my flesh was deaf and disintegrating fast.
Lifeless, and buried deeply sunken; upon my grave.
My spirits formed as dying weeds, uprooted planted seeds.
Brittle and fragile as a crisp rose petal.
Dehydrate raindrops that have fallen from my tear ducts.
My soul was as dark as the dirt that lay on my grave.
I lay in darkness with no movement.
Then the earth shifted.
As he gently brushed off my layers of crust, small thin layers of trust.
Lifted me from my darkness dust, my sunshine has come.
In a form of a man, skin golden as sand.
He takes my hand as I carried off to dry land.
As his sunrays beam down upon me, I am profoundly happy.
Liberation of sunlight, deliverance of brightness, I am out the darkness.
Reincarnation I am rebirth a new person.
My sunshine has come there is no more rain in my heart.
All cried out lifted by his sunlight.
I have life born again as his wife.
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