Sunrise To Sunset Poem by Thomas Smihula

Dawn approached and past,
as life has been lived.
Radiant colors of crimson appear,
over the easterly landscape.
The road behind difficult;
This treacherous path smoothed into one
that lies ahead.

Light now gives one a sense of enrichment,
Knowing in all directions, hope resides beyond.
The soul senses that in each,
a different amount of time,
of travel required.

Noon, now generates it's warmth, causing pause.
The mind once again reflects, upon the moments spent.
Each contains a chapter within this circle
of being within.
To continue, upon the journey, is to accept the tolls and dues, paid upon the earthly flesh.
The hand reaches back once again, to capture
the thought hidden.
Frustration sends moisture, that permeates the brow.
One wipes, only to find more perspiration follows.
Droplets roll down these cheeks, cooling
the senses.

The emotions seem to settle, steps reach greater depth.
The soul looking for a place to rest.
The breath becomes weaker,
life lived.
Suddenly pastels cross to the west
This life form halts, to relish in the splendor of being.
Knowing darkness beyond will soon prevail in

'Dawn to Dusk'