The sun
Breaks through
As a thief
In the night
Stealing the
Dark and
The gloom.
Piercing the sky
To make room
For the light
And the clouds
And the blues.
Erasing my
Dreams, my
Schemes
My fear of
Having to pay
My dues.
And offers
A new day
A new way
To live
With myself.
So I turn
To face
And bask
In its rays
As it climbs
To the clouds
And beyond
To the place
Where it
Deigns to shower
The world
With its grace.
Copyright © 2015 by Lowell A. Anderson. All rights reserved.
