That lemon yellow butter sun’s
got a way of coming up again
a way of filling my cup again
a way of being enough
to remind me
that the world’s gonna be alright again
that the day is worth the fight again
that there’s love enough for life again.
There’s a setting with a sleepy sulk
and a betting on another dusk
and a readiness to face the dark
knowing You’re enough
and the way the night feels on my skin
and the way the stars shine bright again
and the play of words, a start again.
And it’s enough.