like staring deep into your eyes
remembering them open widetelling me "Baby, look! The Sun!"
Holding me is pale pink,
orange, yellow, all I think
is the colors make my heart sink
back to the hammock, in your arms.
The sky becomes a light blue
recalling sunrises with you
Are you here for this one too?
The warmth tells me "Yes."
After all the painting is done
many colors fade to just one
highlighting the beauty of the Sun:
a symbol of the new.
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