The new day rises
Shadows yet to cast their doubts
The coolness comforts an old soul,
This odd state of being
will never catch up with my mind
I've worn it to pieces...

I turn to the gifts of this world
The trees, the birds call,
The misty falling rain to cool my senses
The steady breaths of a sleeping child
The reviving sound of quiet...

A warm rich brew , bitter-sweetened
Hugged between rugged grateful palms
delicate steam flames rise
Delineating the Rhythms of life
Lips sip the warm relief...
Failures slip away,
Transformed into stepping stones
Towards a different future...

A band of hope pulls over pearls
the shape of a lazing crescent...

Adventure awaits...

A new day has begun.