Quilting the Poems

Best Rising of The Sun

I have seen many risings of the sun,
         when it gently emerges victorious from beyond a peak,
         when it opens its eyes and rages its fire in the desert,
         when its pink face peeks like a bride from beyond the clouds,
         when it plays like a child with the waves of the ocean.
I have seen many risings of the sun.
         But the best rising is when I am in your arms,
         and from beyond the curtain, the red shadow of the sun lights us.