habitual ray straight from the sun itself.
so bright and clear,
your presence cannot be mistaken.
taken away by the clouds that inhabit your mental skies,
swimming in your hearts ocean,
the conqueror of its seas.
mastering your lands,
growing fruit where others would not think to plant seeds.
patient because i know your potential.
reaping what we sow
we are the consequential.
ps. my poems are dedicated to a love I have yet to find... one day i will :)