Tomorrow
I sit up, slowly stretching, yawning as I
Wipe the night scenes from my eyes.
Looking out my east window I see
The huge, orange ball of fire rising over the horizon.
It's such a beautiful sight, my breath catches in my throat.
Clad in just a nightshirt, I step out into the morning chill.
The cool morning breeze feels like silk against my flesh.
I feel the chilled morning dew on the soles of my bare feet
As it gently spatters its iciness against my ankles.
Peace and beauty seem to permeate my entire being
Bringing me peace I have not known for so long.
As the sun starts to rise higher in the blue sky
It puts a gentle warmth over my entire body.
The birds with their incessant chirping swoop down from the trees
Searching through the dew kissed grass for their morning breakfast.
Off in the distance I hear the wail of a train whistle.
Turning my head, I see the morning traffic beginning...
Neighbors with sleepy eyes opening their doors
To gather up their morning paper.
With a small wave of my hand, I smile and tell the dawn
I will be back tomorrow....
~Whisper~
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