sunshine

In the cold solitude of what I call my soul,

the sun peaks its head

from a small corner in the sky.

She whispers in riddles

phrases of great prolificacy

advancing my knowledge of humankind.

I am transparent in her eyes

and she understands the crux

of who I intend to be.

She is my brilliance and I her innocence.

Our game is not make-believe.

We are on the same journey

advancing at the same momentum,

carefully tiptoeing

around the solemnity of our lives.

We seek happiness as we advance together through ache.