01 | November | 2014 | forgottenmeadows

Sunrise Musings

Sitting on a hilltop,

with the cold dew against your fingers,

you feel the early morning breeze in your eyes,

As you stare into the crimson red sky,

and wait, for the sun to rise,

again.

Be Kind,

For you know not the strength of your words,

On the heart.

Be Thoughtful,

For you know not the strength of your understanding,

On the Mind.

Be Brave,

For you know not the strength of your courage,

On the Journey.

That land…

where the dreams go

when you can’t remember them, from the night before

leaving the enclosure of your eyes, with sunrise

That land…

where words escape

free from the tongue’s drape

freeing from the tip of your mind, to the sky

I want to go…

to that land.