When You Look At the Sunrise

When you look at the sunrise
It's the same picture that I see
The same orange nectars fill me
I'm warmed by its outstretched arm
And the thought of you
This all feels like holiness
Purity in so many shades or red
Burning the sky in hot anticipation
Recreating what was the night
Bursting open to a clean morning
A day that would bring me to you
And we are connected
When you look at the sunrise