To Chase The Sun

She awakens
from fitful slumber,
her hands pressed to her heart –
night dreams still clutched to her breasts.

She eyes the rising sun on the distant horizon,
as gentle, morning winds caress her face,
reminding her of life still in her grasp,
of hope in every beat of her heart.

She gazes beyond her tears and sorrow,
and vows to ride the inner light that bends
toward one more minute, one more hour,
one more day, one more tomorrow.

Another song, another dance,
One more chance…
To Chase The Sun.

Sunlight Beaming
Morning Sun

 from “Still Dreaming”  book of poetry by Gene Cartwright

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