You cannot paint the sunrise which is always in transition
Unless your canvas moves and breathes you’re futile in your mission
With pure pastels and brilliant strokes the Artist so creates
A wondrous masterpiece each day for souls with patience wait
Could I venture the painful path that pain and trouble framed
To heal a little the wounds yet bare and open that remain
A kiss my lips of medicine your strength to soon return
A gentle word sincerity brings the healing fire to burn
Kindle now my strange new love who forever I have known
A flame so passionately eager to the tender love now sown
And bring to fruit the flower of faith as ever you have waited
A life once lived begun anew …My sunrise re-created
Majenta and rouge and breathtaking blues
A Sunrise made for two
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