Sunrise is mornings bathed in candlelight
and seasoned with piping hot mocha.
It is a moment, in a perfect place.
It is a person.
It is an enduring memory.
Sunrise is an unforgettable hug,
an unspoken word, an unbreakable bond.
It is a loud smile.
Sunrise is passion. It is life brought to life.
It is a rapidly rolling river of emotions,
a confluence where old wishes and new dreams merge.
Sunrise is rich golden hues at dawn.
It is continuity.
It is the sweet aftertastes and foretastes of new beginnings.
Sunrise is redemption.
It is fulfilled prayers and contented wishes.
It is chameleonic hydrangeas in bloom.
It is a dash of rainfall sprinkled lavishly over a hot day.
Sunrise is bold, expressive portraits of beauty.
It is a woman’s intuition, a man’s sixth sense.
It is the ability to decipher silence.
It is a time-whisperer, a deft conjurer of wishes
and a realiser of dreams.
Sunrise is a form-shifter.
It is present in crisp sunsets,
or in a hushed embrace that speaks volumes.
It is an addictive smile,
a rousing touch, a memorable photograph.
It is desire… it is hope. It is anticipation and wanting.
Sunrise is love and being in love.
And like the sun,
whether it is returned or not, it refuses to die.