In The Sun's Falsetto Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Bless the sun, for its rose another day,
Caressing you with it's light,
Scattering the shadows far from view, away,
Far from your smile,
Bestowing the paradise of your presence as the sight of you is simply breathtaking,
Much like the soft spots of light sprinkled across your face, the sun shimmers from your reflection,
Such a joy to see, As the wind quivers just beforeits touch, could be felt
An angel lost in the stillness of a smile, heaven follows the coming and going of the gentle breeze,
That little rock in the road that gets bigger with each step taken closer,
Slow burns of the paradox I see through the reflection of your eyes,
I do believe,
Believe that religion exists with each and every breath that speaks just before the word follows,
A gentle fruit,
Ripe,
Rich with the fulfillment that grows from the stems of our hearts, I admit,
I am no longer afraid that the answer i'm looking for reveals the fact you wont be around,
As each time my eyes awake your always within reach,
Reguardless distance