Poem 210314

It is another morning.

The sun shines another day.

The steps behind are gone.

The thoughts away have flown.

The ideas sent back

to  the departing line

patiently stand and await

to be burst to life.

—The bright sky becomes dark.—

It is another night.

The evening takes its right.

The interval reaches the 24-hour mark.

The mind enters the dreaming zone

where words emanate and down fall 

colliding to create new worlds

giving hope a new defining tone.

an Inspiration Sunday poem
poetry about hope and life