My midnight insomnia hasn’t hit in the morning yet.
But the sun has readily brewed to break your fast.
My goodnight has been waiting till the goods turn in mail.
Yet the warmth of your sun consolidates my night.
But the remains of good from my night
have been stolen by the good of your morning.
Where my last night dinner has now been midnight supper.
And the shift hopes for new yearnings to offer.
When the clouds assisted the sun to close his eyes.
When the branches peaked us through those leaves.
My lips questioned yours, with two gentle pushes.
Witnessing those breaths in-between
sharing some warmth,
with oh so warm swooshes.
A great love story feels like an aspiration.
Just like diamonds.
Shining with million rays.
But the magic is in the process.
Every reflection that a diamond reflects was not
meant to, it was made to.
Two soul meeting is universe’s choice.
Being one is the process.
Becoming great is the reflection.