Impressions of the Sunrise

I went to visit Alex His mound covered by leaves and gold light. I felt close enough to hold him And kiss his cheek goodnight. In error I pardon myself, Asking for a visit or a dream I plead his tiny hand against mine Will help to seal the seem. I balance my tears long enough To lift my feet and run. But there I am sterile Waiting for my will to come. I believe my tears are heaven bound As I search the wayward skies Solitude so great I plead for just An impression of the sunrise.