Walk in the early morning darkness,
when the world is at it's most peaceful.
Light winds touch my face,
and the air is coo.
All is quiet, and soothing.
The stars are still bright in the sky,
and clouds seem to wave to me.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."
My thoughts are my own,
with no rampant voices in my ear.
The machines are still off,
and the noise is still far away.
The trees are awesome sculptures,
the leaves are wonderful cloaks.
Sleeping flowers are stilled butterflies,
and the tall grass dances slowly in the wind.
I love this peace, this gift.
I inhale deeply, the scent of rejoice.
My heart is in rhythm with the earth,
and my soul is whole, once again.
I love my early morning walks.
They are my therapy, my constitution,
to wards an unfulfilled dream.
A dream of being closer to Heaven.
Sometimes the Moon follows me,
and guides me safely through the dark.
Sometimes mists float above the fields,
and bring me visions of angels.
Tomorrow, I will walk again.
Tomorrow, I will find peace once again.
Tomorrow, I will fell rejoice,
and tomorrow, I will see angels in the mists.
