Original poetry · Robert Meyers-Lussier
Sunlight
January 2, 1994
Sunlight Upon thy temple Hath thee touched Oh! Rapture What it is, to set thy sights Upon such ecstasy Light! It is light, which hath so transformed Night to Day of course Darkness so enveloped thy world; thy mind thy life Hell hath more pleasure To delight Sunlight it is, then Thy fingers as rays Thy soul as warmth It is to thee, whom must be thanked For tis true love that hath been received 2 January 1994