Sunny Lady
cry your sun-drops
upon my head.
For the heavy warmth
in your sunny tears,
my soul needs to feel,
to melt my icicles of sadness,
into puddles I drink
like Sunny Delight.

Shoot your sun beams
into my physical structure
and light up my bones,
with the grand glare
of your summertime shine.

Sun-broil my heart
in the hot vapors of your passion,
until tender and tasty it becomes
to your shining lips that hunger.

Because of you, Sunny Lady
Sunflowers fill my fields.
Sunfish swim my ponds.
Sunbirds cover my roof.
Sunbonnets decorate my head.
Sun dancing is
my ritual of movement.

My poems come alive
when fondled by your sun rays.
My clouds explode
with your sunburst.
My horizons serenade
your sunsets.
My eyes look sunward
in search of your face,
for my heart only beats
when your smile
is warm and sunny.
My path to eternity,
lit with your sunglow.

When the snowflakes of hate
are falling ferociously,
Sunny Lady
thou art the stunning sun,
in my sky of winter sadness,
giving me warmth
and light of shine.

© 2003 Ronald Howard Moman