Dear Golden Sun
enrapturing are you
the angels release, undone
beams birthing life, untethered by the moon
Dawn, its oranges and reds, find life
Oak and Pine, Redwood and the like, awakened
awe, its infinite blanket, rising with the dew, and I
grasping and seizing every drop; I can breathe, again
The all of the dawn will follow along
you weary stand and see, the darkness will always lose to this light
this light which holds and lifts and awakens; where we belong
come join the wind in the trees, the chorus of the forest, take flight.
Fields which bear no end, yield to the horizon
Secrets quiet the spoils of victory given.