Hope

Here I stand and look upon 
the far horizon at the dawn. 
I turn my shoulder to the wind 
and feel the chill upon my skin. 

The morning sun begins to rise 
and spread its glow through eastern skies 
bringing with it on its way 
promise of a brighter day. 

All the coldness of the night 
pales against the sun's bright light, 
I close my eyes and feel the heat 
envelope me with each heartbeat. 

While flowers, birds and butterflies 
unmask their beauty to all eyes, 
memories both old and new 
linger like the morning dew. 

Though this day will soon be past 
the warmth within my heart will last, 
to see me through the darkest night 
and be renewed with dawn's first light. 

february 2002

Awarded by Flowing Quills