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