the wait

he had waited for this morning since ages. he slept early last night. it would bring morning sooner. but restless on the bed he stared at the cold sunlight that reflected off the moon. but morning will be here soon. with gleamin warm sunlight piercing thru reluctant moisty leaves. turning the earth we call home orange and red. and he'll step out. he'll smile facing the semi circled sun his face will be orange and red. it will shine on his forehead. and then, then he'll stretch out his arms and run on the road headed to the sun. for this one moment he will touch bliss.