Leah Ayliffe

Gold Star - 6,300 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

Waiting For The Sun - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

I can tell spring is flirting with winter's air
The fire ablaze in my mind is happiness
Have I finally become the sunshine darling again?
She's praying, waiting for the sun
He will call if he knows how to save a life.
It really doesn't matter because
the new hopes of what comes next is screaming louder than ever
in a dreamy form of honey goodness.
I lavish in it selfishly, leaving my prints on the golden heat of ideas bleeding into reality.
Walking through fields of pearls and sun flowers,
the mind has been broken free from the lies that hinder such exotic possibilities.
Death is melting happily to let his soulmate Life resurrect and shine on the lost souls wandering searching for the divine.
It has never been so easy, or so beautiful, waiting for the sun.

Topic(s) of this poem: death, life, spring, summer, sun, winter

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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