I have been ill at ease as of late, as my poetry has portrayed but I couldn't sleep last night so I found myself up at four in the morning watching this.
Through the night I pondered,
But now I see the day.
The rays of golden sunlight
Chase the dark away.
And now from the horizon,
A golden hue is formed.
And as I gaze at this wond’rous sight,
My innermost soul is warmed.
The purple clouds are beautiful,
The long strands of silk,
Hang from invisible threads in the sky,
And when my soul does gaze at it,
I feel I am up high.
For the heavens have sent me their blessings,
And I am forever grateful.
My task now is to stop
All that made me hateful.
The problem with resisting temptation is you never know if you'll get the chance again