Once upon a time
I dreamt of skies filled with drama,
as the sun traded watch with the moon.
I felt a peace steal over me,
a respite from the chaos and worry,
on wings of a world gone mad.
The ancient changing of the guard,
one day to the next,
light to dark,
then dark to light,
the rhythm of life,
reminding me that while any one day may break us,
there is always a new day coming,
another chance to try again.
Hope eternal.
The View from Here 