Sunrise at the Dock

As twilight’s veil begins to gently lift, The fading grays give way to golds and blues. And colors mark the waves as shadows shift, Reflective of a new horizon’s hues. Yet gazes fixed on distant unseen springs, Omit the moment’s splendor cast aside. While thoughts are lost on what tomorrow brings, The fleeting now is taken by the tide. But wakeful are the winds that blow from night, Just as the sun extends its arms of gold. Embrace the gift of this day’s morning light, For it alone escapes tomorrow’s hold. Surrender not one moment to the clock; And catch the coming sunrise at the dock.