By: Rusty Cason
With darkness gone, heaven's theater starts it's daily play.
Will this be my day of chance, to write about it's rays?
A thousand times I watched it rise, without a single flaw.
I watch in earnest wonderment, humility and awe.
It brings new light and life to all, including you and me.
The portrait, that I paint with words, should bring you to your knees.
Glowing Orange and Pinks, reflecting from the clouds above.
The blending, reddish colors are the ones I truly love.
As I watch, It's colored fingers reach cross the sky.
Again, I feel that friendly tear escaping from my eye.
I breathe a sigh and bow my head, for I am only me.
No poet, song or writer could describe this thing I see.
And then a thought came to me, as I wiped my eyes once more.
If you look east at sunrise, you can see what I adore.
Then you and I could cry together, tears would fall like rain.
Gazing at the sight that words alone could not explain.
by: Rusty Cason