careful sunday morning
breeze tasting my tongue
with leftover raindrops
(molded around tears of laughter)
i remember this, your sigh
the strawberry-dappled reflections
amid silences soaked
with golden drops of tomorrow's honey
borrowed from watchful sun
this gift layered upon our laps
across timid smiles of dawn
a gem placed in our palms, of light
we will return it to the sky