you are my sunshine

you live within the burrows of my heart

the conductor of my soul - you guide me back home.

back to you, innocent and pure

the orchestra of my emotions

pressed into your little hands like flower petals. 

conducting symphonies of joy and lamentation, 

you feel so deeply

pailing water from deep wells some may never find. 

you remind me of sunflowers in the winter time. 

an oxymoron to the darkness around you. 

i love to talk with you. 

bright eyes and bold words - you should write a dictionary 

new definitions to describe the inexhaustible spirit of you.

you're locked in tight spaces, but your mind roams free

frolicking in open fields, singing love songs to the angels

you see so clearly. 

do you feel me when i visit?

i watch your hands cup the tears as they fall from your eyes, 

like a mortar and pestle, creating something anew with every heartbreak. 

i promise to create with you. 

little hands can hold big dreams - 

grand enough to reach the stars and hold them gently. 

you stare in the face of every lion, taming them like david 

every fear bows at your feet - as you lure them to sleep with pure love. 

let your feet guide you down golden roads, 

opening yourself up to sunshine that took years for you to see - 

do you see the sunflowers? 

• nyajoy