Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2017
I am one who always watched the sunset,
The end of the day is where I lived,
I never saw the sun on the rise
Or knew what the morning had to give.

I missed all those years so full of sunrise
Left there behind unenjoyed
I knew the dawn as just a noun,
A word I never understood.

But then I woke one morning to the sunrise
And saw all the colors of the dawn.
That was the day you came into my life
And made it a joy to carry on

The sacred, elemental fire of the sunrise
Burned hot between us from the start
The sun rises high every day for me now
Where the dawn is always in my heart
Jim Timonere
Written by
Jim Timonere  Ashtabula, Ohio
(Ashtabula, Ohio)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems