When sleep leaves and tendrils of light seep gently
Into a dawn, – my opened eyes see clearly
An adventure ahead, – and I repent
Of any one minute wasted of this ‘Nearly-
New’ day which early sings out to be taken
And seized, then molded to what pleases me.
It is twenty four hours of life, – – make
Of it what I will, – – I know it to be
A given time, – an exciting space, – mine
To choose what to be, – – Victim or Hero.
See above or below, – stars or mud, – shine
Or prevent love lighting my heart. – appear
To be happy yet sad deep inside, – choices
Are free to be made. – I will choose Love’s voice.
Choosing Love’s Voice.
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