Sun Beams Endlessly

roofs hold rain for you, night

finds us holed inside, pressed by light

shadowed trees alight delighted up on lit horizons,

coalescing kaleidoscopes climbing a sky shimmering in time

and enshrouded skin finds its self in the wind, my old spectral enveloped again in an other time,

of homes warm, settled into sleeping storms, worn as they pass by

blue hues open the morning, views condense to dew, green lights the room

a spectrum descended of sun filters frames of pale pastel restorations’ refrains

webs of sun ebb on frames unstrung

until stars connect skies and spirit unsung

impressing the young in illumination of

the folds of storied roads, wandering a twilit countenance of solemness

in wonderment, will words as well build worlds in this?

some sit inside time, idling as towns build by and by

suns set inside your eyes, beaming endlessly; skies

dying into night

vying unto light

mirrors of the sky

densely dilating time

a self's silhouette cast in a net of white

because my pen loses ink and I fall back to sleep,

I forget to find my dreams

and when I wake, it sometimes takes reminding

that you and I are something we're still finding

doubly discovering life, language, love for another;

when of the same weather,

we realize the warmth of together

love lives simply inside moonlight

as shadows cross paths within nighttime

and back again, before our hands folded into one another’s

we were always in search of each other

our lives met as paths rounded into one

complete, the moon and the sun

time passes through itself again and again

to return to its children

and gain what was given

all living, vying, and dying in front of us

as our neighborhood grows, folds, and molds over itself

a generation’s clothing restored to its shelf

searching for life finds eventually, we all sleep infinitely

so it really meant a lot to me

to be able to hear you sing

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i wrote this poem a while ago. i edited it into about half of what it was so that i could enter it into a contest. i found out about the contest the due it was ending, so i had to rush somewhat. there are lines that i think i will change eventually - i haven't looked deeply at it again since i entered it. i think the essence of what i want in the poems i write is there, though, and i hope you do, too. thanks for reading. :)