Sometimes, alone,

I visit the with the sun.

She and I sit awhile

we whisper silent secrets across vast fields

occasional oceans

barren city expanses.

Her voice reaches my ears no matter where we are, 

a bright thing

honey 

gold

the juice of an orange, dripping to your elbows.

I was born in the dark.

The sun was asleep when I arrived,

on the other side of the earth

yet

when she first saw me, i knew her

and she knew me.

She and I are old friends.

When we catch up

I can't help but notice her beauty.

She paints clouds

vivid, shining

swimming in blue

color that stings your eyes,

makes you flinch from its raw bite

fleeting, changing.

When I'm with her I cast a shadow

my potential

laid out on the pavement

she knows who I could be

if I chose.