I live for the sunrise
For that moment when bright rays summon me from the thoughts and visions that haunt me at night, just to shake me up and say, “hey, here’s a new day!”
I live for the sunrise,
My ancestors; the women and men long gone, who knew how to count the days and mastered the seasons before someone came up with a calendar.
These little things…glitter in my soul, rays of light, rays of hope…and when it comes down to it, every breath is as bright as it can be, before I face the day.
I live for the sunrise because each dawn means I have a chance to make my life count…not to the world, but to me first.