And the sun will rise


Though dark the night

And nightmares swim

Shrouding dreams

It too shall sleep.

Welcome the newness

Freshly dewed

A blessing some may say

Yet, only you can usher your way.

Birds may chirp

And may the cooing woo you

To greet in the arrival

Of the unveiling morn.

Free the night

It is gone

Say your goodbyes

You’ve made it to now.

Carry not the darkness

But take its lessons

Ready yourself

For life and its halves.

And though her glow maybe curtained

Delight in her assurance

Of a cyclic promise

That she will rise.

Copyright: KevO