A poem to meet the morning sun: 


It is nice to breathe
Knowing she is there
For me
Underneath this sun 
I breathe
Bonded with God 
His creation
She awakens my eye to the
Wonder and beauty of 
The holy world
The little unseen miracles
Of creation
The hidden love, the bird's song
My fellows' labours 
And we share our hearts and
Passions
And sing also
And appreciate and honor
The possibility that this is --
What we share
The sweetest song
In our loving souls 
A meeting of our minds
A dear communication

O, I had kept my purity as a 
Revenge for the world 
Leaving me in solitude
And not nurturing every wanton need
But I failed too often
And I neglected love itself
For my lack of initiative 
And belief in myself 
Or maybe what I wanted 
I could just never have 
I was dead
I was dead until Love she spoke to me 
And welcomed me back to the light
Gladly 

I hope that my next love will last 
And last
And last 

And last

On.