Sunrise was a time I never knew . . .
till I met you.
Mornings weren't my style,
too bright,
too cheerful,
just didn't match my mood.
The darkness of the night
seemed to always offer me
a solace,
a peace,
perhaps it was only the dimming of vision
or the cool of the darkness,
but the less my senses had to deal with . . .
the better life was,
the easier life was--or so I thought--
till I met you . . .
Through the dark,
And through the steadiness,
Through the charade I was living,
You rose like a tequila sunrise,
Awakening my emotions from a coma,
Stretching my imagination beyond the limit,
Applying your blinding color to my monovision,
Warming a coldness within my heart . . .
Sunrise was a time I never knew,
Morning songs were for the birds or
dedicated joggers--
--not for me . . .
