Dripping sunlight
Over the mountain my finger grazes softly.
What do you have for me today?
I saw that your dawn was a quiet one,
So quiet that even the crescent moon lingered.
Just for a moment.
Just for a moment,
The stars fell for the morning,
And the frozen stillness of the sky seemed to move slower,
Than our set time.
Against the clouds, you still shone bright.
Perhaps a heart miles away held your spirit,
And welcomed you within.
In that case,
How long will you stay with me?
The clouds are rolling in
And for once,
I want to see what your sunlight means to me.
About the Creator
Rachael Anra
Hi, my name is Racahel. I'm an Indigenous writer from Arizona who loves poetry, horror, soft fantasys, and biographies. Currently, I am renewing my love for writing by driving back into it!
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Very beautiful 🥰✨✨
Beautiful poem
What a lovely poem!
This was stunningly beautiful! Loved your poem!
I loved reading your poem. There's a great talent in you, keep up the good work. Write more and more. Let the world enjoy your work.
Beautiful