Two early risers
Face the sun head-on, daring
Day and light to come.
Hum a melody,
March in lock-step, arm-in-arm,
As dawn breaks above.
Stare into its core,
It’s a vibrant hue, blinding,
One eye bright like yours.
A promised morrow,
Symbolic, almost hopeful,
_We will make it home._
You taste victory,
Florid and ripe on your tongue,
Soon awashed by pride....
