| sunrises find there ways-finally- into a common place they are piecing themselves together in a ring of warm deep blue sunrises find there easily broken shells of each new glorious morning that fall in the earth to regenerate themselves inot the sunsets of the soul the sunrises are finding their way inot a new day in every set of hours sets of morning that are ours and i am loving each sunset and sunrise with you because you are the sun laughter unlike any other laughter tears unlike any other tears you are the sun i hope you realize that every time you lok in the mirror in the morining that you are seeing a sunrise and when, in the evening, you see yourself again, worn you witness a sunset i only fly as a dove in your mighty sky and as you set bhind your blood red clouds i pearch on your shilouettes of branches and i am living in your light |
| Sunrises |