My lungs cut deep
into the sharp freshness of the new day,
my eyes dancing across the horizon
entranced by the reawakening of the sun.

As darkness cedes to light
a plethora of autumnal colors
flows across the land,
bringing with it
a sense of rebirth

The choir of emerald
reflects the delicate golden hues.
Embellished with diamonds
kissed by the sun,
the leaves shimmer with anticipation.
A gentle wind brushes my face,
teasing my senses with its
lilac scented touch.

From nocturnal concealment
the predawn exaltation
joins my rejoicing.
Their songs alive
with the joy of creation
and their intrinsic concupiscence
thus generated.

The rouged pastels of sunlight
penetrate my imagination,
stimulating thrills and emotions
long buried by ignorance

Only the eyes of a child see
within the dawn
the originality of a world reborn.
I look
through your eyes,
my own
once materially blinded
as the real World ebbed past me.

Sleep well my cherubim.
Too late I realized
your wisdom and insight.
My shackled mind failed
to recognize
what majesty surrounds me.

Your five short years
of brilliant light
are multiplied
by my lifetime of regret

Remembering your last hours
how I promised to see the world
with untainted vision.
To greet each day like the eve of creation,
to ingest the vitality
of each new beginning,
so becoming truly alive.

The trembling of chill passes
as the suns
crimson fingers
surround me,
Its warmth enveloping
in creamy amber embrace.
I know you are here,
within the lilac winds caress
I feel your sweet kiss,
the dawn chorus resounds
with melodies of your impassioned heart,
the suns touch overflowing
with the warmth of your love

Though I know you are with me
I miss you in life
you will always be
the eternal inspiration,
my Angel in the dawn.