Sunrise

I watch,

it shines,

golden

in its reflections.

It rises,

bathing all

in its

splendor.

I

see it all

clearly now.

A gift

beyond understanding.

Years of

knowledge

accumulating.

Days flip over,

one

after another.

Speeding up

days

seem to be.

Sunrise

after

sunrise,

days careening along,

piling up

behind.

Looking up,

I

see the

source bright,

darkness retreating.

How many more

will there be?

Soon,

sunrise

will end,

darkness,

prevails.