Heavenly day

The horizon is yet again changing,

 I detect a whisper in the night.

 The sky is all but starry,

 but will soon be ingested by morning light.

 

 The silence will soon not be silent,

 the still will no longer be still.

 All that's asleep will awake,

 time progresses by its own will.

 

 The colors will all be that clearer,

 all darkness will soon fade away.

 The inevitable sunrise is approaching,

 turning darkness into yet another day.

 

 Possibilities are hidden, within reach,

 seemingly all is not lost, but found.

 For every step towards something is better,

 than sticking your cowardly head in the ground.

 

       A  green flash lights up the velvet canvas,

       hope has graciously reappeared.

       A color so familiar to the eye,

       things are after all, not as bad as feared.

 

       The sky is now yellow and orange,

       the portrait of peace and of trust.

       Trust in what may be fulfilling,

       trust in what turns hate to dust.

 

       A moment's dispense is approaching,

       for a minute all is completely still.

       While the colors posesses every inch of the sky,

       the day has found its purpose, its only will.

     

       The will to be something worth of remembrance,

       the same will we all have to exist.

       It's what keeps us in motion, in blissful hope,

       before we all one day turn into mist.