You wake up
with eyes that glimmer,
night sky wise,
deep and endless.
First breaths
stretch into your new skin;
this is a new day.
all is yours.
After a minute
of foggy headed,
get your wits about you,
you never abstain.
Just shrug into the day.
Don your burdens
like an old coat.
Never complaining about the Sun.
Never a whisper to the dark.
Just eyes that catch
the light
and a smile
that welcomes life,
to meet you at your doorstep.
I wonder if you know
that you could be
infinitely powerful.
Somehow I doubt
it would tempt you,
unless you could be show
how it would help another.
Breakfast and a thoughtful prayer,
spoken to the Holy High;
the energy of the day
drives you,
but it also takes from you.
I wish,
more than you could ever know,
that you could see
the seasons of your soul.
There there’s a summer
somewhere there,
hidden in the snow
of a long standing winter gale.
Dressed in the armor of the day,
fashions chosen for their
playful nature.
Every hair in place,
face made up
and only tasteful accents.
A picture of a modern life,
a smile for the morning sun.
These days,
pain is a friend
you never asked for,
but have known well,
longer than your lovers.
I pray you find
the strength you need.
I hope your smile
finds just rewards.
I hope your nature
is nurtured in return,
for all your labours lay
freely given
and never staged.
Strangely genuine.
One of those unique creatures,
rare enough to be mythical.
A caring soul,
trying to bear
the burdens of this life,
while staying beautiful.
You reflect the sunrise.
You answer the dawn.
You are a goddess of creation,
a one-and-only;
singular.
We tied our lives together;
each on a journey, but alone.
We chose to share our paths
between us
and make a life in this world.
I am blessed
beyond all measure
to watch you wake
into the world.
This whole thing
gets just a little easier to bear
with you beside me
when each day breaks.
HG – 2018
