Friday, July 5, 2013

Each Day You Give Me Light

Each morning
I bid good day
to the sun
and I admire
her brilliance.
I feel her warmth
and I am
pleased again
to be near
at her rising.

Each evening
I look on her
beauty as she
lays down to bed.
I miss her hope
filled light, but
rest content


she will be with me
again come
morrow.