Sunrise Partners

Grant Hope #12

Dancing in clumsy grace
your veil sheer and long
has been moved from your soft face
old trees and knowing brush
seem to part as a ballroom door
opening privately for us
our silhouettes the only souls against the hues of morning
in our own little world

Our morrow is here
our noon will stand high in a sea of blue
as waves of clouds paint pictures for us
these brushstrokes of nature’s hand

You are the blessing of each day
that will make sacrifice an easy price to pay
for what is a sunrise without will to face it
what is sunset without the knowing to see it through
You exemplify everything I am
want to be
It is in my steadfast soul
the words that I also am these things to you

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