Today the goddess of light brings forth a new dawn.
I look into the water, home to the sleeping white swan.
Now the sun rises in silence from behind the faraway hill.
Cold currents are moving, moving, yet always still.
Here, the dawn renews midnights promise of light.
Knowing that the coming day is soon within sight.
I lay, huddled deep beneath blankets, in my bed.
Sleep now returns while dreams swim lazily into my head.
These are the thoughts which I ponder as I wake.
Thoughts which will form the decisions I make.
Every new day brings adventure and things which are new.
Drinking deeply I quench my thirst with the cold morning dew.
The hands of time move silently, steadily, far into space.
I travel in circles it seems; sometimes it feels like a race.
The days of my life are but dots which form in a line.
A race that I run every day that’s a never ending duel of time.~Jay Olson
