
          The First Day

     Dawn breaks too early now.
     A sun
     so eager to light the world
     simply springs forth in full intensity,

     another unwelcome visitor on this sleepy morning.
     A morning like any other.

     The iridescent sky pokes its head 
     in my window, a 
     blue hue
     bordering on the surreal.

     Perhaps this is a dream.
     Dreams are things that lives are made of.
     Mine wears me like an old suit.
     Where ever it goes I will
     follow,
     because it makes me happy.

                                        -WindRider 07/97

