Not idly does the sun
Rise o’er the horizon line
Each day it brings
Is a gift
Not idly does the sun
Rise o’er the horizon line
Each day it brings
Is a gift
So often my thoughts turn
Spin
Run
When I would have them be still
When does a sunrise
Cease and become the morning?
Do we really know?
Peaceful smells wafting
Through the quiet evening air
My mind at last slows
When night takes my mind
I dream a thousand dreams
And live a thousand lives
And when I wake
For a moment, sadness takes me
That for now I live only one
Ere dawn I watch your breath
Rising and falling
Soft
Peaceful
Your eyes closed so easy
Free of the dreams of day
And I think how wondrous it would be
To kiss your cheek
Warm
Orange in the morning light
How do I dream
Of places
I have never been?
How do I dream
Of people
I have never seen?
How do I dream
Of lives
Long lost to time?
Take me to the sea
Let’s gaze on the horizon
And dream of sailing
Tonight I held you
And gazed deep into your eyes—
An evening well-spent
Hurried wanderers bereft of coin
With naught but tales and stories for to tell
They are the movers of thought