Through Rose Colored Glasses
I wake at the ascension of a golden dawn
to meditate on early morning's mystique
To the amber shoreline, I'm always drawn
It's serenity and tranquility that I seek
How calm the lake's water without a ripple
On a sheet of glass, is my mirrored reflection
I seek its tranquil comfort as a babe, a nipple
To me, this is a moment of sheer perfection
It's hope of a budded flower before it blooms
In solitude, I peer through rose-colored glasses
I feel no dread about what in darkness looms
but too soon, my Pollyanna moment passes
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