I watched the sunrise slowly upon the dampened morn.
The transitory beauty of the fire in the storm.
Reflected in the raindrops, the coral fire grew.
The piercing splendor fleeting... across the purpled hue.
Mirrored in the clouds above and cast upon the land,
a perfect morning canvas of God’s unstructured hand.
The supernatural beauty of the morning o’re the hill,
etched into my memory and made my heart stand still...
For I thought of you my love and what you've given me...
A million brightly fleeting... wondrous memories.
You are like the sunrise on the moments of my life...
Brilliance slowly rising from a dark and stormy night...