A Morning Sun

The morning sun is rising.
I wake from my slumber and live in a dream.

Every moment I humbly ask for wisdom.
I know how to decide.
I can find the truth.

I can climb life’s hillside.
I have found a path to cross over.

The evening sun fades to red.
The world is slowly spinning away.
I have had another day in paradise.

W. Wayne B.
Dec. 2010


About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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