When The Sun Speaks
Beyond confines and edges,
its gaze pierces through my soul, every fiber of my being.
Such a gaze so deep,
declaring vivid verses and prose untold.
Beyond the horizon of touch,
it blows passionate kisses in the wind, grazing my lips.
Such kisses are so warm,
evoking senses in the vessel untouched.
Beyond then and now,
its thoughts linger, ruminating a cherished dream.
Such a dream so precious,
breathing it to life, so it shall be.
No time.
No distance.
No space.
When the Sun speaks.
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mst3ri
WRITER | AUTHOR | ARTIST ---- I am a traveler of life, a believer of faith, and true love. I live to advocate change. I write for the chronicles of God's Light. In my stillness, I am an artist, stroking the Language of Light. I am MST3RI, a woman of courage, and a queen of my own destiny."
