Rise along

Watching sunrise alone…

Maybe this is what I need, more sunrises to guide me into myself.

I need to listen to the silence that made me.  Is there anything more serene than a velvet sunrise?

You know the very minute before it rises where life stands still?   

Though life should have learned by now that it always ends with a sunrise, a sunrise is always a miracle least expected and shall remain that way.

So what makes a habit a miracle?  Perhaps because it always comes on time when our souls can barely be seen.

I was meant to come here, all the way over here so we can watch it together and you can watch me grip the un-gripable again.  So, guided by a vague blue-tinged paper I’ll keep finding me in a sunrise I’ve seen but haven’t witnessed like today.

I rose with it and there’s nothing like divine light raising you out of yourself and I’ll lose me again and again so I can find my new sunrise and they always rise, you just need to rise along.

Hot chocolate anyone?

Reviews

[InsanityWriter]

Lovely poem, excellent imagery. :) And yes, I'd love some hot chocolate. (;

[Lamis]

Hahahaha *Holds cup and stirs* Thank you for that! :)))