With the gentle push of light
we are spilling over into thought
carefully awakening to rise
in the way of the universe-
we gather our memories and mementos of dreams,
sift through to carry into the first steps
only the best of the best.
We leave behind the dark corners,
places where chaos and misery grumble
amongst themselves the importance
of right and wrong
we close our ears to the negative
to clear space for the positive to flow.
The time tolling startles
and we hastily rise to stand,
a warrior stance to the coming day
knowing we can only be ourselves
when healing the mind of doubt,
we breathe in and out amidst the glow
of a healing sun that rises,
feeling the calm like a washing wave
carrying us into the first moment of now.
Grateful for the time afforded
to begin again in being,
in slipping into the ether of peace,
below the ghost of a lingering moon.