A New Day Comes
The sweetest ray of day creeps through the blind
to fill enduring dreams with hints of day
a tingle shimmers o'er my drowsy mind,
though in my cozy bed I long to stay.
The warble of the morning birds is faint
but calls me from the gentle realm of nod
wherein I dance with joy and no restraint
in fantasy until that quiet prod.
As dawn arrives to greet my sleepy eyes
I wake with lingered visions of my love
and keep them close, so comfort never flies
like wind or winging of a mourning dove.
A new day comes with promise, hope and light
I'm ready to embrace it, love in sight.
Copyright © Kris Walters | Year Posted 2011
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