One Day

This poem, written early one morning when the light of the moon came through my window, waking me from slumber—illuminating itself in all its misty perfection as I gazed at it from my bed, before falling back to sleep.

Transcript

Dear friends, The poem I want to share with you today is called One Day. I woke to the moon, Its simple white beauty, Its luminescent grace, Languidly pass by my window. A chorus of wild geese wake the day, Splitting the sky like Moses at the great sea. And one cloud, In misty perfection, Hung like a canopy through the trees. And this, Just a morning like any other, Missed in living too fast, Now lost on the late risers wearing a hue of rainbow, Regally lighting its path. This undefinable beauty, This majestic second, Slowly revealing the morning before me, Given on this one beautiful day.