Healing Horizon

Early in the eve of day, before the sun is due.
I wait in anticipation of its warmth and comfort.
A new day dawns! Rebirth of joyous earth!
Clouds erupt in a fiery frenzy of kaleidoscopic color,
Heralding this hardened heart with songs of hope.
Lifting, as only a new day can; the stricken spirit of man.
Cleansing the soul foul with last nights plights.
A new day is born. Upon it man is bourn.
And so I go, untainted saint, only to find
life's turmoil will soil me once again. 
My sole solace lies in the darkening skies.
A precious promise within-a planetary spin.
Earth's eternal revolution berths the final solution.
The end of sorrow on the eve of tomorrow.