a long year was awaited
for in the shadows I lurked
sunken into a rut was my soul
how desolate I had become
I am waking from the nightmare
to a sunrise so sweet
I could almost taste
the sprinkles of morning dew
that is included in this picturesque scene
”please sun do not turn into dusk”
I plead with the luminous creation
“I need the help of your light to guide me
for without your direction
I have trepidation
of losing the anticipation
of the next epoch”
the sun did not set
I am thankful for my content disposition
and for my health that He in his good grace
has bestowed upon me
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 