The Beautiful Sunny Day

The Beautiful Sunny Day

The beautiful sunny day,

where the ocean

scatters shards of light,

where the horizon

wears the shape

of tomorrow.

Why, then,

does the shadow still follow?

O dark silhouette,

won’t you leave us alone?

You are shaped like us.

You move as we move,

curve as we dance.

Only your steps

carry the weight

of a storm.

O ghost from the past,

why do you cling

so desperately,

demanding to be seen

when the light

is already blinding?

The farther I walk,

the closer you breathe.

Strange,

how you never leave,

yet somehow

make the sun

feel farther away.

O fear of grief,

If I let you stay near,

will you leave enough space,

for me to breathe?

Won’t you borrow

a little blue,

a little yellow,

a little green?

Perhaps then

you could see

the same beautiful sunny day

that I do.