
When before the dawn
I rise from sleep
To greet the sun
With song and peace
Then in its light
Join reverie
For life and love
And Harmony
I may think of friends
Who are far away
But always in my orbit
Always there
Even if not visible
In my daylight skies
But I try to live every day
As if it were a tread
On the staircase
Which would take me there
All I need
Is to open my eyes
Remembering
That by “eyes”
I mean heart
I assure
Their voices
Are heard
I speak for them
When they cannot
Speak for themselves
No strokes go wrong
She’s always right
And so I learn
What beauty is
Old Man Rock
He’s steady-on
I sit upon him
Wondering
At all that is
And ever was
And what it means
And what becomes
In time
With practice
They become
The light
I remind myself
Do not linger in the past
I need to know where I am
And look where I am going
The vivid ones
Of course
Neons and electrics
Brash and confrontational
The crazy-ass kind
I never knew existed
Never thought could exist