Poem Sunshine Novels & Stories

“Is it too dramatic for me to say that you are the light of my life? Like the Sun.” “So…. I think if we don’t wake up in time for the sunrise, we won’t miss out on anything.”

I watched a smile appear on his lips, his eyes fixed on me like he had been watching me for a long time. “You’re awake,” he said softly. “Good morning sunshine.” Sunshine?? I looked at him, puzzled at what I just heard. Did he just call me sunshine? Am I hallucinating? Is he trying to play a game with me? What has he got up his sleeve? “Sunshine….?” I asked, eyes widened. “Of course you heard correctly. Sunshine. I called you sunshine because you are carrying my sunshine. Why are you acting surprised like you've never been called by such a name before? How are you feeling now?

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You’ll never know dear, how much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away I have tons of questions inside my head, his identity is slowly becoming a mystery to me, he won’t see me, he won’t even text me, he wont do the things other boyfriends do, but he protects me, he knows how to make me feel better, he take cares of me when I’m sick, he cried with me, laughed with me, In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me

I guess I'm not alone after all. As my mind drifts off again, and the edges of a new dream flitters into my mind, I hear the gentle notes of an old familiar tune, sung in a deep, smooth tenor. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...You make me happy, when skies are gray." "How nice," I think as my eyes grow heavy. This is a nice dream. "Atlas. I never knew you could sing. Why didn't you tell me you had such a beautiful singing voice? Why didn't you ever sing for me."

You are my light of life Sunshine. I have never felt this feeling before. Feeling of being home, but I feel it when you said to return home fast. Working whole day in the office, I felt excited to come home soon to meet your angelic face, your sweet smile. In these 6 months, I have fallen more and more in love with you. I promise to be your perfect day everyday, I may fail many times but please hold me on time and show me the right path. My Sunshine. End of Brandon's pov

He has seen this scene several times, and he didn't think it was new. But seeing her appearance, he laughed. She seemed to want to share it with him, chattering, "I've only seen the sun rain, but I've never seen the sun snow." "Mm-hmm." "You know, after it rains and snows, the sun will come out." Ashley said solemnly. "Sometimes, when it rains and snows, the sun will come out." Sunshine was the most generous thing in the world. Jacob listened to her and made a hum.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy, when skies are grey You never know dear, how much I love you Please don't take my sunshine away" I opened my eyes to a beautiful melody. What I saw before me was a beautiful woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes, she was looking down on me with a genuine smile on her face, she felt so familiar yet so distant, I thought I could touch her face when I reach out but she only laughed and held my hand softly. She continued to sing the song as she carried me and faced the window, her face held a glow and what captivated me was her eyes. Her eyes were not plain black but had a tint of green when the sunlight hit them. It was very mesmerizing

There was no going back. “Lunar dim filling the evening skies. Just like its shape, you changed before my eyes. Dark and insignificant without the sun’s rays. How could you escape my eagle’s gaze.” Melissa didn’t stop for a second as she continued. Her voice was clear and it resonated with the audience. Shane listened attentively as she completed the poem she was presenting. “Although you appear nothing more than a spec in the night. Even then, you pierce the dark with light. To them it didn’t matter, but to me it shone so bright.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.