Why wait
for love
when I
can be
love?

An old sun rises
over a new day,
holding past’s lesson and
illuminating present’s path.
Up high watching the world’s orbit,
the birth of love, the blast of hate.
All the while in silence,
shining as the seasons change.

A lion roars.

I hear it within me,
a steady reverberation
animating my soul.

I am power.