It’s chilly outside
But sunrise is glorious
Feel amazing grace.

This morning the temperature was a not-so-balmy, un-Florida-like 38°. But the sunrise, now, that was another thing. I was grateful to have awakened in time to see it.

I wish you’d told me
I wanted to understand
Why we took that turn

And so it’s written
The end of our sweet story
Was now a fierce storm.

Truth came in torrents
Like the hardest rain cleanses
Answers became clear

The storm is over
We are gone from each other
I understand now.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Awake before dawn
Waiting for the clarity
That comes with daylight

By Deborah E. Dayen

Behind closed eyelids

I float into the starlight

Your love is my guide

By Deborah E. Dayen

Autumn afternoon

Balmy breeze rustles palm fronds

Season changes subtly

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from 123RF.com via google images

Dawn breaks in silence
The sun rises, without sound
Grace surrounding us.

By Deborah E. Dayen

PIcture taken by me.

The night slowly passed
Questions only grew in the dark
Waiting for sunrise

By Deborah E. Dayen

Knowing how to act
Is useful, but dishonest.
Let yourself be seen

By Deborah E. Dayen

Raindrops splashed her face
Mixing with the stinging tears
That just wouldn’t stop

Hard pain filled her heart
The space where they used to dance
Was now cold and bleak

She looked to the sky
Grayness folding around her
She hoped for the sun.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Silvery moon slides

Shadows grow long in the glow

Spirits cross the veil

By Deborah E Dayen

Picture from Google Images