The Utopian Sunrise
I remember this one well. It was summer 1982. I had just turned 21 and found someone to love. What our hearts can see when we feel we belong.
At first only a shaft of light, a hint at the end of night.
Then a brightness begins to show, rising into a blinding glow.
A golden flame trimmed in crystal blue signals that the day is new.
Now the air increases in heat as tranquility abounds Earth’s horizontal feet.
A settling peace hushes across the land while colorful hues blend sky to sand.
When the world hears no woeful cries, bless the day of the Utopian sunrise