You're Sunrise To Me | 3.23.21
Some are nightfall, some are twilight, some are high noon on a blue sky day. Some are moon shadow, some are purple mountain right before dark. Some are bright as comet fire, some are pale as morning light. Some are sunrise, and carry a promise with them wherever they go, some are the air that holds dust sparkles when the first glint of sun bursts through a cracked curtain. Some are the magic that never leaves that.
I wonder what I am, what light, what shadow? I wonder how you’d describe me, were you to whisper off where I am not, were you to tell someone that has never met me, never spoken to me, never seen the way my eyes look in any kind of glow.
What would you say? You scattered out there, you who know me in so many different ways, so many different degrees, some digital, some physical, some as an idea. What would you say?
Pale as morning light
and carrying that promise.
You're sunrise to me.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Song of the Day
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I met you on a steam train in Scotland. You glowed, vivid and hot, like coals on a fire not long gone out, but on the verge of burning again if nudged, if given more air, and burn you did when I saw you again in a tiny shop, where we were all drenched from the rain, looking at Harry Potter merchandise and finding warmth. You handed me your haiku from that day, I presume written on that train, sitting with your wife to be, your family, your friends. A stray spark from your embers fell on my skin when you gave me that piece of paper, reminding me that the universe shows us what we need to see when the world feels like it is shifting under our feet, when we need a signal, a sign, that things will be ok.
I love that you have the Tarot cards w/ today’s Haiku that were discussed the other day. It was a fascinating discussion and I’m on a mission to learn more!