The Broken Camera

A snapshot moment
These delicate memories
And now I forget

Dawn Blooms

In bloom of a dawn, as world does sigh,I await the tranquil burning of morning.
With the carefree abandon of untied life,
I am afforded yet another staggering sunrise.
To see a ruby blush reflected off frosted road,
And pass across the street as pedestrian,
Is this not what dreams are made of;
Is this not what spirituality seeks to achieve?
If only nature could be allowed the freedom
To afford the same joy to all,
Then humanity would be less burdened for it.