She rises gracefully,
peeps through the gloomy clouds,
kisses the face of her beloved.
A daily ritual, meted out religiously.
Beads of words string together
in the mind of her beloved,
Unwilling they flow through her pen,
Hopefully, to be embraced by all.
Once again their job is done.
Tomorrow they shall rise again
Hopeful, higher grounds, they shall gain
As they toil together in their separate ways.