Sunday in the Blue

i
It is the dawn time,
the quiet time filled with thoughts;
the sky bluing now
fading from the night's lapis
into the morning's azure.

ii
Ahead, a tunnel
of today's projects and work
behind, more strange dreams
of other times, other worlds;
now, there is only stillness

iii
and potential acts,
each one leaving a footprint and charting a course,
heading somewhere, sometime,
to a ripening unknown...

   

Copyright 1999 by Ken Bacher