1 March 2013
Streaks of gold light up his face,
Unveiling the beauty that God’s pencil traced.
Never before have I seen him like this,
Lit by the sun and it’s golden-glow kiss.
It’s like I've been given a fresh pair of eyes,
Graciously glimpsing at heavenly skies.
How am I worthy of such a great scene?
The sun and it’s glory are just too serene.
S(t)unlight • Opuss № I