Morning

I draw open the blinds
and brand new morning
floods the room
surrounding me in
promise.

My mother, she says
clouds may yet appear
on the horizon,
but I see clear
blue skies.

Today is a new day,
like yesterday was,
before dark took it away.
But this day is different,
tightly I embrace its warmth

and smile as rays of sun
caress my face,
touching my cheek so softly
my skin prickles, and tickles,
and my heart comes alive.

The night should never
come upon this day,
and I will not live
waiting for it's
descent.