A glimpse of perfection in every way
Watching the sun rising on a new day
A morning unsullied, untouched, unabused
A new leaf in a book, opening up to be used
A clean empty page waiting, yet to be read
What will be written? , what will be said?
Will it start with a roar and wind down to a slow?
To whom will it honour, and where will it go?
Will it rise like the Phoenix, then fall back to ashes..?
Dropping like tears through dark, sooty lashes
Will all of the facets of living march through?
Showing lives filled with everyday nothing to do
Will hopeful and hopeless keep hanging around?
Both looking for something not easily found
Mothers give birth…an old soul flies away
What else might happen, could happen today?
Copyright by © Liddy Lu - December 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem