Sunrise
When I see dawn - the sunrise on the mountain
I feel a peace that can't really be.
For that which I feel, I can't understand
and truth I can't begin to see.
The bitterness I felt when you left me is gone.
Inside I'm empty - yet free.
alone, I stand on the mountain - comes the dawn
and full peace come on the breeze.
My life begins again with the singing of the birds,
My soul sings anew.
I know that there's something worth more that all the words
I THOUGHT I heard from you.
Gray mists clothe the lonely valley far beneath.
Soft rays from the rising sun
Shed light on the glistening, wet, green heath ----
Sky and earth and I ------ are one.
Written in my 1966 Yearbook from Wagner HS, Clark AFB, PI.
The author is James Michael Nally.
Mike, where are you?
1 comment:
Found Mike! I won't tell you where he is, but he is alive, well, and still writing poetry.
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