I woke up with a sunrise
Echoing in my eyes,
The colors all collide,
And all that I can find
Is being alive
Engrained in every surface where it shines.
What else could I do but trade
The limits of the world for a song,
The song in whose melody
I’ve always belonged?
Believing the words held in silence so long,
I am, I am, so grateful to be.
The categories stripped away,
The day made out in perfect contour
Against the breathing sky,
And I, The crying light beaming,
Each a color that streams,
And the words form wings.
They dance each ray of light leaping,
Expanding from every point, changing never leaving.
Like a young universe, carving its own horizon,
I reach out, there Is no point
From which I begin or then return,
I am, I am, so grateful to be.
And so I rise,
With the sun rising in my eyes,
Surrendering the need to try,
I know I can’t fall, only fly.
What else could I do but trade
The fears of this world for a song,
The song in whose melody
I’ve always belonged?
There is more to our lives
Than the world will let on,
Night has it’s stars, from the ashes I’ve gone,
I rise, I rise, and always I’ll be.
The Sound of What Happens 
Beautifully worded, I can almost see that sunrise and hear the song… well done Éilis, this is captivating!
Thank you, Ali! It captures the feelings but none of the actual details of something that’s been going on most of the week. I woke up this morning and it was like the light broke through once more, for that and what I’ve learned and discovered I am grateful. 🙂