Sunrise

Sunrise poem.

SUNRISE

By: Rusty Cason

With darkness gone, heaven's theater starts it's daily play.

Will this be my day of chance, to write about it's rays?

A thousand times I watched it rise, without a single flaw.

I watch in earnest wonderment, humility and awe.

It brings new light and life to all, including you and me.

The portrait, that I paint with words, should bring you to your knees.

Glowing Orange and Pinks, reflecting from the clouds above.

The blending, reddish colors are the ones I truly love.

As I watch, It's colored fingers reach cross the sky.

Again, I feel that friendly tear escaping from my eye.

I breathe a sigh and bow my head, for I am only me.

No poet, song or writer could describe this thing I see.

And then a thought came to me, as I wiped my eyes once more.

If you look east at sunrise, you can see what I adore.

Then you and I could cry together, tears would fall like rain.

Gazing at the sight that words alone could not explain.

by: Rusty Cason