I woke you early,
Your eyes still drunk with sleep.
Morning air cool with newness
And salty with the tears of night.
Dark clouds gracing the horizon
Above the shifting waters.
Too early, I know.
But too late if we miss it.
An orange golden glow grins
In the distance, over the waves,
Laughs at our yawns and coffee desires,
Knowing its worthiness,
Knowing its completeness,
Knowing the gift it delivers,
Whispering good-bye to the stars,
To the moon, to the darkness of night.
Singing a good morning chorus
To the waves caressing its gift,
To the birds lofting in gentle breezes,
To the sand that awaits the day.
Singing a good morning chorus to us,
We who visit just for this moment,
We who leave dreams behind for this moment,
We who look for hope in the gift that is rising.