Waking Dreams of You
by Poetic Rizz
Original poem "The sun's golden light slowly rises over the field" by Tim Kara
Poetry Now Version
The sun's golden light slowly rises over the field,
a mirror to your eyes as night gives way.
As darkness yields to the sun's embrace,
the field sparkles with morning dew.
The dew kisses the roses,
while my eyes shed joyful tears.
With each sunrise, the roses bloom,
just as my heart does at the sight of you.
As the field comes alive with the sun,
so does my spirit in your gaze.
— Poetic Rizz
Original Poem
like your eyes opening with the fading night.
As the night retreats from the sun,
the field sparkles with the morning dew.
The dew moistens the roses
as tears of joy moisten my eyes.
With the rise of the sun the roses begin to bloom
like my heart swells every morning when I look at you.
As the field comes alive every morning with the sun,
so does my life with the opening of your eyes.
You're my sun, my rose, my love.
— Tim Kara