The sun sliced by a sliver of silver,
Glowed with the coming of dawn.
Touched by the lilting song
Of birds welcoming a new morn,
The sun started it’s day
Giving off vibrant rays.
The little boat
Touched by the gold
Of the bright sun
On the river front
Made ripples in the wave
That run and that shake.
Perhaps, a lady of the lake
Will rise in it’s wake
And shimmering with light,
Will swoop up and take flight.
Hidden by a cloud, she will fly
Beyond the reaches of our eyes
To an infinity beyond the skies.

The Prelude


Perhaps, it’s time to say
Good morning to each sun ray.
Perhaps, it’s time again to be gay,
To rise up each bright, new day
And feel the world with happiness sway.
Perhaps, it’s time the clouds are wiped
Off dust, pollution and all strife.
Perhaps, it’s time to rid
One’s heart off all grit.
Perhaps, it’s time for a song
That brings joy all along.
Perhaps it’s time to wake up and rise
And, if necessary, flow against the tide.
Perhaps, it’s time to stand by
What your heart knows to be right,
To hold conviction in your mind
And, by your principles, abide.
Perhaps, it’s time to rise up at night
And let darkness give you sight.
Perhaps, it’s time to hum a new tune
And dance in the silver light of the moon.
Perhaps it’s time to let go
And let your whole being flow,
Like the ocean that has no end
Waves of happiness and faith send.
Shimmering, the waves play
In the sunshine and dappled grey,
Luring us with water turned gold
To be beautiful, clear and bold.