Out on the Porch

Come sit with me out on the porch
in early morn,
And watch a new day struggle to be born.
A tint of orange upon horizon's breast,
And stars not tired, flicker low, and rest.

Look through dark leaves to lighter
skies in space,
At patterns that resemble finest lace.
So quiet, hear the beating of our hearts,
As slowly day arrives--and night departs.

To feel the warmth of rising sun;
Another day for us begun.
Reach out your hand for me to hold;
Together, watch this day unfold.


Special thanks to Eos for the background...