Sunlight
Passes through the glass exterior that confines me to the chamber of which I behold my slumber
Graces the angelic cheeks of those who dwell within
Soon it will be time to rise
Rise to a new dawn
A new day
A new beginning

Sunlight, passing through the brick wall of slumber
Smashing it down until no bricks remain
Hammering away as quiet as unheard but loud enough to wake those who can hear it
Or perhaps feel it
Feel it in their body and soul that a friendly encounter is yet to come

Sunlight, ever changing, misshaping, rearranging
Rewiring the bonds that hold others together
Alone in a house or oceans away
The sunlight remains
Telepathically syncing one mind to another, and one heart to many
And where one heart is broken and another is healing or one mind is shattered and another strong,
the sunlight poses as the intervener
Preposterously working and weaving , shying and scheming like an introverted seamstress who goes by many names