Daybreak at Samhain Bend

In the early rays of morning on the pond near Samhain Bend

light creeps down the old oak trees as night and morning blend. These days go by so slowly daybreak to sundown. Without your words or wisdom will I slowly drown in the raging of my longing devoid of your sound. I know that you will laugh with me when we can speak again. I will breathe the clean air of your voice and smile and forget all the lonely moments when I longed to see your words flash by and feel my mind awake and all the colors of my imagination begin a new work of art only I can see and only you will know exists.