Sunrise

This beautiful boy
worn by sorrow
and salty tears,
reads hopelessly deep
into map and memory.
Words flow like swift, mad birds-
wet English in his head; he was left to die
and welcomed Death as a savior.

But days before his will
was drawn completely, the
beautiful boy was visited by
the people of the sun, and they
said "Boy of such youth and beauty,
hearken to our words. You will not
find truth or happiness within
the words on pages of books, but
in the ink of a pen or the paint of a brush.
The hand of god and humanity
are that which creates, and thus
is the gift of life. So smile,
boy, for within your hand lies
all the powers of creation
and destruction".

The air became thick with
wonder as doors slowly burned
and bridges were built. The connection
burned hot within the boy
as he left the sun people, and
ere long, the fingers of god and man
stretched boundlessly.
With the next sunrise came hope and beauty
and in the boy's smile
can be seen the
world anew with joy
and laughter.