I awake again today with conscious breath.
Blessed within another morning.
Life...
glorious life,
radiates in darkness.
No acknowledgement of any aspect of death.
A dog barks.... persistently,
changing their tone to reflect the pace of the coming Sun.
Pausing... sometimes only for breath,
but mostly for its own assurance of what is out there.
Resting assured. The barking recedes like the tide,
until its next future calling to oblige.
Subtle glitters of light sprinkled upon the world
begin to permeate the morning air and dew.
The Sun does not
yet
speak.
Again I try,
to pry
open
my tired awakening eyes.
Mind lids
Eye lids
shuttered.
Open mind and covered eyes
that try themself to greet the morning Sun.
(continued Part II)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem