Tast of the Sun - POEM

 Taste of the Sun

There’s a kiss in the morning that lives on the breeze,

A warmth on your skin like a whispering tease,

It dances through windows, it rests on your face—

The taste of the sun, in a golden embrace.

It’s honey and laughter, it’s wild and free,

It’s fire in flowers, it’s salt from the sea.

It lingers on lips like a summer begun,

That sweet, aching craving—the taste of the sun.

It’s the heat of a hand that you longed once to hold,

A story unfinished, a memory bold.

It’s hope after heartache, a new song unsung,

A promise that rises with each dawn begun.

You carry it softly in all that you do,

That radiant shimmer that lives inside you.

A glow in your soul when the dark tries to run—

Your spirit still burns with the taste of the sun.