Amber Sunlight

My small, dark eyes widen at the sight of the amber sunrise. Ironic, in a way. The same color as the warning signs going off in my head and my heart. A stronger color than my own decision making skills. This very sunrise is as much a part of me today as the hair on my head, as clothes on my back. It's view brings clarity to the miasma that is my feelings. This amber sunlight revitalizes my skin, it cleanses my soul. If only I could give back, repay the luminous energy that gives my life so much hope, so very much prosperity.This amber sunlight will stay with me at all times. When I am down at wits end, reality out of grasp, depression overbearing, the sheer memory will lift me up. This ethereal emanation gives reason to my actions, gives color to my words. Provides ink for my pen, and thoughts for my mind. This fire-roasted ray will give me the stability I need to let go of it one day. Or maybe, I am forever addicted to its sovereignty.