The Whisper of Sunrise

in the whisper of sunrise the sun through the mesquite the promise of another day from the breeze blowing around me in these early morning moments when not a murmur is heard distance grows like thick, green moss on the north side of a tree I put it all in perspective with coffee on the patio filing away the pieces of us that I once did know don't worry about our yesterdays no redemption do you need once, what kept me wondering no longer pesters me wrapped in warmth around me all that I sought from you true and everlasting gone, are all of the storms in the whisper of the sunrise it is His mystical way to open up a window when the door shuts on yesterday