The light sunders the early morning peace
Spreading its tentacles into the crevices of my mind

I drink in the breath of a new existence
All things are possible and hope is renewed

As time wanders and the inertia of mediocrity takes hold
I look up and find myself trudging thru yesterday

The sun wanes and a subtle night breeze brushes my brow
A chill seizes me and I wonder

Is it possible to have drifted thru another day?
To have passed over the divine treasure of hope?

As the last vestiges of light slip away and the night seizes hold
I begin to succumb to the rhythms of natures slumber

All that remains are the pockets of those who wander the night
Slowly they dance to the silent symphony of the darkness

I dream and I am filled with all that is possible in this life
A theatre of wonder surrounds me and my hope is renewed

The light sunders the early morning peace
Spreading its tentacles into the crevices of my mind

I drink in the breath of a new existence
All things are possible and hope is renewed….