Sunflowers

I wasn't supposed to be here
as the day was to be spent
in the shadows cast by the Acacia
at a place secret only to me.

But the summer wind dragged me
here to savour the Sunflowers
that weren't expecting to meet
the Gold and Black.

Did the wind drag you here, too?
Did it whisper to you yesterday
in your sleep and in your dream?

Was this coincidence part
of the answer to a prayer that
I've been saying ceaselessly
for so long?

I am humbled,
whether this is real or not
as on this day, I received
what I long for every day—

— the silent sunshine.