Sunrise
Here I lay a martyr to my own thoughts. I lookout into the sunrise,
where the sun bled into the water. Coloring gold iridescent threads
throughout the timeless blue. The sky blushing pale pink, knowing the sun
was soon to be fully aroused to interpose between her and the night sky
lover. The rest of everything an intoxicating bold colored sangria. The
fronds whispering audacious and sagacious words that only the wind
understood. As fast as the illuminating light came, my dream a mere furtive
shadow of my subconscious. The now stone turned gold rocks warmed my skin,
sending pleasure through my body. I heard a sound in the silence. It
penetrated the effulgence of serenity I had wrapped around my illusive
dream. My conscious seemed so specious in its alluring cover of sunny dew
dropping making a sound only the dunes could hear. Daring to make me
ebullient like the rest of mankind. I came up upon my knees to greet the
sun, virtuous my middle name, the hidden birth mark. Like everyone else I
do what think I should do, I am what I am therefore I shall be what I
be, no one shall say any different. That is how it should be, but is not.
Don't you dare disagree for only human man could have such vicissitude
created into favorable qualities seven times over. The fulcrum of my life
may crumble, but never the woven pattern of my life.