On the Crest of a Wave

Yesterday has no hold on me, The night doesn’t have me in its chamber, My fears, I have shoved aside, I'm not perturbed by what rages on the inside. I go through the tempest, I find a way through the woods, I cocoon the ill moods, I'm on summer's crest. My heart trembling don’t deter me, I go beyond the sea, I stand on Hope's stage, I script my lines on Dawn's page, The birds sing to me, I'm out of the gloomy room, I'm awakened to bloom, The meadow colours my day. September I, 2023.