Sun filter

I. Sometimes the sun is

The perfect filter for us

Catch sparkly glimmers

II. We belong to you

Your light filtering our lives

Nourishing and growing

III My friend, the sun speaks

A language that we all know

Growth, hope, faith life food


That kind if intamacy

That builds

When you sleep in the same space

Share the same work

Learn together

The type of intimacy that builds

When you know each other

At your most vulnerable

At your most desperate

At a time when you are

Figuring it all out

That’s what I hold on to

Physical memories

Physical memories

Have us walking paths

Without thinking

Following our senses

Giving way to the journey

Knowing we can trust

Our past selves as the guide

Leading us to where we need to be

Physical memories be magical like that