the birth,

of the day,

keeps me from closing my eyes,

even when i want to crawl,

back under the sheets,

back into a better land,

each sunrise,

each cloud that rises,

each moon left behind,

bleeds newness,

seeps revitalization,

no sun,

no moon,

is ever the same one,

regardless of the science,

the studies,

the books.

Each sunrise,

each star left behind,

with its sad moon,

is a breath,

for all of humanity,

is a reminder,

of the finality,

of each of us,

just as the sun rises each day,

inexuastible,

timely,

willingly,

proves the importance,

of all the time,

days,

minutes,

here by myself,

with my family,

with my world.

I will continue to rise,

with her,

the sun.