I wake early contemplating at dawn
so I walk the daybreak.
Silver streams of chill air
rush in and catch around my heart
as I look out over the familiar mountains
I’ll miss so dearly.
And as I do, something warm begins to rise in my chest.
The emergence of an emboldened blaze.
Like poppies that shoot up,
reaching toward the the rising sun, it grows.
As first-light strengthens,
my feet find themselves warming a beautiful carpet
of glowing emerald shoots,
and only now do I turn to see the path I have made for myself.
Nothing more than shattered dewdrops
and flattened blades behind me.
Facing east and my future with you,
I pray for some familiar something of me to take,
but not to make me feel home
because I am going home.
Simply something to remind me of this day I lived,
my last without you.
I would never before have been this grateful
for just a day.
Your courage pushes me toward the sky like the oak,
just a little at a time and with unwavering strength.
You give me the faith to easily slip up
and over mountains
In the way of the clouds,
simply dropping a bit of rain and moving on.
So I say goodbye to my last day without you
And welcome the unknown
as the moon and stars fall away from daybreak,
and move to light up someone else’s night.