Sunrise
As I sit here once again at my window,
I close my eyes and imagine,
That I’m sitting on a mountaintop,
Watching the sunrise,
And it is still dark at my window,
But I can see those vibrant colors,
Fading into the dark sky,
Making it lighter;
I can feel the stones beneath my body,
And I see the valleys around me,
And I feel the breeze,
Cool and refreshing.
The sunrise fills my mind,
Its colors of gold and pink,
It shines so brightly in my mind’s eye.
It is so beautiful…
I open my eyes,
And stare out into the dark,
Which is not really dark anymore,
Because it is getting lighter;
And the sun starts to rise,
For real, not just in my mind,
And again those colors fill my eyes,
And fill me with peace.
I look out at the mountains,
And watch the sun peek out behind them,
And I watch the golden and pink sunrise,
Fill the sky once again.
Copyright © Kirsten Pratt | Year Posted 2007
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