Through these doors

I see you ~

this morning’s rising sun

already dressed up in almighty golden rays lighting my day

as tree-tops glisten in dazzling starshine

settling down on the very tip-tops of standing, twenty-four hour oaks open for business

moments of glorious sunshine and leftover steely night starshine

moments at once gone ~

I see you ~

walking with me

like you know me

and calling me by name

giving me a warm hello and a nod ~

saying, “good morning” ~

“it’s a brand new day” ~

“let’s walk” ~

“it’s ok” ~

“everything is going to be ok” ~

“just be you” ~

“you can go” ~

“go” ~

“be who you are meant to be” . . .