This Morning's Faded Frost

Golden as the morning sun
as light comes charging in
Nothing lasts as moments pass
like words through quickened pen
Soaking in the moments
like the ink to page does flow
love or loss to cherish toss
we're holding on and letting go
The ebb of life like colors
blue to black and fade to gray
reflection on these thoughts our own
a golden guide to light the way
Fury of the race we pace
hold tight to every minute
nothing stays though love delays
the wonder we find in it

The Dawn

Dawn breaks on storied morning
in certain hope I knew you'd come,
never once to you had doubt
belong to many, held by none.
Your grace is found as thoughts profound
come racing with your warming,
if hurt replace reverse erase
where hearts and minds were storming.
The promise of a shining chance
to dance through fields renewed,
no more a moment just for past
reborn refreshed unviewed.
The morning seen with newborn's eyes
the splendor gone replaced,
it happens every dawning day
as sunlight hits our face.