Sun Bring Peace

That stroke of morning
first moment of a new day
memory lives here like moving pictures
moving the heart to beat a little faster
moving the mind to wander into the next
moment.

Eye lids weighted
sleep creeps warmly over
dreams wait to sift through thoughts
thinking framed by perception
perception turns on its self, into the act of
transcendence.

Sun of tomorrow,
I pray,
Bring Peace.