Thoughts on Sunshine

The sun never shines quite like the days of happiness.

It disperses an amber glow,

casting its glory over everything.

Demanding attention we bare our skin to its immortality

Letting the rays penetrate our skin, seeping in, getting colder;

we allow it to brush our soul with delicate strokes;

What was defined so explicitly becomes blurred,

distorted by dreams.

Shadows cast their illuminating darkness,

for without this,

sunlight fails

and happiness crumbles

but hope is just a self-referential illusion