Date: 9-13-2001
Breaking dawn,
the birth of a new
day promises me
blue skies. Still half
asleep, I open my
eyes and yawn. Roses
are abloom in the lawn
and love is the air. In the
end, the swan dies in the
big picture, but save the torment
and torture for another time.
Right now the future seems so
bright and my soul is need for some
nurture. Whenever I am in the presence
of my family and daughter, laughter
overcomes me.