Inspiration

I walk by the light of a mellow morning moon

Not quite sunrise but it will be soon, soon.

Red sky in the distance day will be a ten

As the sun assends, the symphony begins.



To miss this morning glory I would be a fool

To stay in bed and rest my head would be cruel

To my sense of beauty and what I know is real

Do not want to miss the joy that I can feel.



From daily ambulation as I ponder with anticipation

All the places that my mind can tarry.

Possibilities are vast as my stride moves up to fast

To get back home to where my thoughts can marry.



My pace becomes a run as I hurry home

Must get my words to pen

It happens every day in a similar way

The urge to put my dreams to rhyme.