I waited for the signal
of birds professing that the day ahead
was waking from her slumber.
There’s a peace in the dawn
that guides us all; an opportunity
for the heart to lead
before we’re all supposed to rely
on the ritual of speech
and I open the gate to greet my selves there.
It’s early enough in the morning
we aren’t required to play whole,
chasing the shadows that unfold
as the sunrise serenades us with its daily composition
but always different shades
of purples and pinks and greens.
They change with my heartbeat,
wind caressing my skin
in time with the gentle blues.
Nature; the lover I’ve been missing,
the world that lays itself out for you.