gold sun quiet dream

not quite daylight,

imagine the way the light would

paint sunstreaks across your face.

noses, whispers,

not quite morning if the sun won't wake.

maybe eyes lidded with sleep,

maybe wonder and starshine.

warm under the sheets,

cold air and window light

making goosebumps across your arms.

shadows in the not quite light,

half faces and stamps of gold and dark,

maybe a soft smile and a sigh.

waking with the sun.

seeing it all in the colors of dreams

in a place that doesn't exist,

a moment where the sun meets the sky,

where the light licks the windowsill,

where the wind arches your back.

light melting into your skin,

glowing like midnight rain,

not quite awake.