Sunrise

I feel the sun, warm
upon my flesh,
heating me to life.

Defrosting the layers
I have been buried for years.

I dance in emotions,
brilliant to behold,
jubilation, contentment, joy;
such things darkness knows not,
such things cannot be held -
cannot be touched.

I lay in summer fields of phlox,
eagerly colored blossoms
drinking of my light.

I am a dancer of the heavens,
my own muse, I need not
inspiration.

Creation resides within me,
penned to life upon the page,
the living of my mind takes form,
and I become the sun shining
on all the life I have shaped.