Mirror Image
Upon canvas of cerulean skies
Dawn paints her gold meandering mist
Of tranquil passion purity.
Melody of sight and sound
Washes through the twilight
Of my waking dreams.
Destiny calls
Me from sleep
Softly,
Sure.
Rise
Once more
To touch the
Chalice of life
To lips singing praise
Through anxious auras in
Anticipation of new
Clarity of mind and spirit.
Savoring momentary embers
Beckoning me breath deep another day.