The Promise of You

Rise

like the sun.

Paint your hue across

the open sky.

Drench the trees

in the luster of your dreams,

they thirst for renewal.

Stroke the fields,

they wear morning’s jewels

also yearning for your touch.

The water,

she too longs for your dancing feet,

scintillating,

enthralling,

softening the wanderer

weary from midnight’s grip.

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