Good morning

The morning's gentle rays,
ever ushering in a new hope,
a promise of opportunity,
filtering softly to pull a weary mind into a fresh beginning.
The last traces of dark scatter to be reborn into the dreams of a hearts desires.
The glowing strands of gold lift my tired mind into the dawn,
and my first thought is of you.
The promise of your eyes is all the strength I need,
to begin a day anew. 

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

A truly Solarific piece of poetry! Like a lover the rays of the sun are their to charge the batteries of the soul and give new vitality to walk the world we must with the coming of each new morning. Great Ink!

[Emily Rae]

"The last traces of dark scatter to be reborn into the dreams of a hearts desires." This is a genius and beautiful line. great write.