Today, for the first time in a small while, I was awake to witness a fresh sunrise.
The purpled-pink fingers crept up like a smile,
gently waking the crisp air of still-sleepy skies.
Vaporous flames of bright orange hues, licking the velvet of dew-kissed dawn,
Sleep promised me a solid, deep, dreamless snooze,
But rapt in my awe, I stayed awake and gazed on.
I love the quiet, hushed hours of Night; they keep me content in a solitary peace,
But the rare, glimpsed glory of Morning’s soft light
Makes me ache with a sweetness that begs for release.
~ C.L.R. ~ ©
((P.S. I didn’t have a camera with me at the time to capture the beauty of the sunrise I saw (isn’t that always the way of it?), so I searched the web until I found one that was close.))