In the Mornings of My Days

Jasmine E

In the mornings of my days, I stand poised on the tip of a cloud, Arms stretched out wide towards the sky, Fingers spread reaching for all the possibilities, In the mornings of my days my bare feet pad along the white sandy shore, The foamy waves of the future lap at my toes, I yearn to swim among the bubbles of dreams, Morning fades to afternoon, The sun of life sits proudly in the sapphire sky, The tides of the future rise and fall shift and change, I wade deeper, testing the waters, I learn to swim amongst the silver sprays and crashing waves, I adjust to the changing currents and temperatures, Afternoon turns to evening and evening to night, The waters become colder and crueler, I’m tossed around on the unforgiving sea Trials and hardships mar my journey, I grow weak and tired, But I push on, Knowing that it’s growing closer to dawn, And I’m there, On the tip of that cloud, Safe at last, In the mornings of my days, I stand poised on the tip of a cloud, Arms stretched out wide towards the sky, Fingers spread reaching for all the possibilities.