Sunrise Through My Eyes
Someone recently asked of me,
“Could you provide a fitting soliloquy
Of something that I’d like to see:
The sunrise through your eyes?”
I said, “I don’t know, but I will try,
Because there is not a day that goes by
Where I fail to breathe out a contented sigh,
I wish the sunrise through my eyes you could see.
The day begins before the dawning light
As mist pearls through the trees in the night
With rosy-petaled beams amid an indigo bright
Announcing the sun’s coming approach.
First, inky blue-black night ignores this brash encroach
Of orange luminosity limning the horizon of the nascent broach
By it’s Power and Glory on Man as well as cockroach,
The sun crests that line in wondrous glowing sight.
‘Ere now you mistake me for having a thin, narrow mind:
That this is the only miracle of a sunrise defined;
I promise, there is much more to any sunrise you will find
In the sunrise through my eyes.
I do not claim a higher or somehow holy view
Though I would always offer such is likely true
Such that I wish to share with All of You,
The sunrise through my eyes.
The sounds of Nature in pitch and tempo change
From night to dawn the pristine symphony rearranged
‘Twixt cricket and nightingale to robin and crow call exchanged
Is also a part of that awesome, amazingly natural act.
Foggy mists, driving rain or flurries of dark, snowy cloud
As well as the winds that laugh, moan, roar and howl so loud –
Each one in it’s infinitely intricate dance of nature’s crowd –
Makes it’s starring role at some point in time.
From the hooting of the owl on it’s silent winged flight
To the cry of the wolves on the starry expanse of a moonless night;
The hurtling dive of the hawk and the rabbit startled in fright.
This, too, is the sunrise through my eyes.
The midday fluttering of a variety of butterflies
Amidst the cacophony of cicada-washed skies
Or the slow slither of snakes as they work to surprise
The unwary frog sunning in the drench of light
Even in death there is renewal and relief of some plight
Where still there is harmony and nothing to set right.
In the heat some gain respite from the glaring sunlight
By resting, unmoving in the depth of their darkened shade.
The scream of the eagle at the top of the cerulean sky
Or the creamy tawny flash as coyote passes by;
These, too, accompanied by the papery sound of dragonfly
Are part of the Sunrise Through My Eyes.
Looking at our world – our home – with these eyes
The idea of living in balance should come as no surprise
With bountiful seas, wild lands and clear blue skies
With food and room for All of Humanity.
Where everyone everywhere lives in equality
And nowhere is there a starving mouth to see
Where everyone helps this world a better place to be
Are You Seeing the Sunrise Through My Eyes?
Safe, healthy and wise is my desired sunrise for all my kin
Helping each of us, lifting up each other so that we may all win
Where no-one harms their home or people ever again.
This is yet another Sunrise Through My Eyes.
For now, though I simply wish for this to be
That what I say, I can somehow make you see
As provided, in answer to thee,
The Sunrise Through My Eyes.
06 March 2013