Here It Comes

Here it comes,
like the sun.
Vaporous gold rays.
Phantoms of day's holy light.
Bright as love,
success and warmth.
Pulsing and flowing forms
into my chest, my flesh.

Here it comes
my lad.
Approaching from an unexpected place.
Racing atomic horses
of happiness, long awaited.
Hoped.
As over frosted fields
the thaw makes tears in the grass.
Fast as joy it runs,
like a billion micro suns,
it comes.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.