The Rising Sun

Sardinia -  Love and Poetry in "Cala Mariolu" (Orosei gulf)
While the morning sun is rising,
I rustle from my slumber.
Once more, I had a frightening dream.

Perhaps time will not pass as slowly today.
My prayers for an inner peace
might be answered with love.

Every moment I ask for wisdom.
I hope my hours will be pure and true.
Life is simpler without that obsession.

Perhaps I can walk this day
up the hillside of progress.
I lift my eyes to see the birds.

When the setting sun goes down,
I feel the world slowly spin away.
I just had another successful day in paradise.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit: Luigi Strano

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About W. Wayne B.

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