Into the morning Sun.
Serenade the day.
We have just begun
to put our pasts away.
Stepping through myself,
my shadow and my grave.
There is no one else
whom we can truly save.
Set aside
the time
to make it right.
There is no day
without the night.
There is no strength
without the fight,
or life,
without that first
enlightened sight.
We may come
and we may go.
We may learn
and we may know,
but nothing matters
if we don’t grow
and find our own way home,
somewhere down the road.
Seek amongst the days.
Put in the work
and find
that thing within yourself
that would be left behind.
The heart,
the soul.
A part,
a whole.
One stitch
in the fabric sewn.
The right choice,
the right way,
that grows tomorrow
from today.
Face the Sun
as it comes.
Our day has just begun.
One more chance,
one more try
to get it right
in our own time.
HG – 2022
