Wednesday, November 19, 2008


sunrise
light strikes the hills
warm,
bright,
a friend returning
from the night.

peaceful
hope lifts my day,
calm,
rest,
my soul has risen
from it's fears

and the light
she dances on the waters
and the waters
join the hills and sky
as all hold hands
in silent singing
a kaleidoscope
of restless colours

2 Wild Comments:

Candy said...

What a beautiful description of the sunrise. My favorite part is "a friend returning from the night". There was a time I lived for the sun to rise. The second stanza is exactly how it felt. Very cool, billy. What a gift you have for words.

billy said...

Thank you Candy, I so appreciate your encouragement