Did You Catch the Sun?

Did you catch the sun's rivulets streaking through the window and setting the carpet ablaze?

Its golden locks are fluffed in gorgeous disarray. They are draped across the globe like a soft, irradiating blanket, scorching those who are hopelessly enamored and caressing those who have been burned by love before but who have since gained the dousing pail of self-respect.

Did you catch the sun's rivulets streaking through the window and grabbing my soul with its fiery fingers?

Its accurate shafts cleave through flesh with no regard for convenience or comfort. The divine possession cannot be exorcised or willed. It rules on a whim; it arrives and departs at its own pleasure.

Did you catch the sun's rivulets streaking through the window and bringing laughter in its rippling wake?

The day is at its zenith; my smile is at its height. But as the sun starts to sink; by face begins to fall.