I THINK THE SUN LIKES ME
Driving down the wide motorway,
The gorgeous light stared right at me,
Refusing to look away.
I tried to hide, shielding my face,
But it followed on,
Blinding me with its brilliance,
Filling the sky with its shining.
I took a quick breath,
Basking in its glow.
Allured by the warmth that filled my heart.
With every twist and turn,
It followed me still.
Though I couldn't look back,
Its warmth brushed my cheek, lingering on.
Then a dark cloud came,
Covering the sun’s illumination.
I felt the absence of its light,
But not its warmth,
Which still filled my heart.
The wind blew,
Moving the cloud from my view,
And I beheld, in all its grandeur,
The sun shining down,
Smiling lovingly, lighting up my world.
Now, whenever I feel down in the dumps,
I remember how fiercely the sun loves me.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Fri 17th Jan 2025 10:04
Thank you, Lola.
Yesterday's winter sun was most welcome, but being low in the sky it makes driving a nightmare...especially if reflected off a wet road!