Today

A bird in full flight over the horizon
I beheld one morning on a ride.
Every morning has it thus flown
Lashing out toward life’s tides.

The quiet air was applauding
This riot of light and speed
Coming alive from its musing
Of the night’s dark mead.

Could be heard was the moan
Of darkness which fell to light.
Time had crossed the night’s moat
To welcome another day’s blight.

The ghosts are gone for today
Welcome is another new day
With its many a play and foray.
We have sowed freedom for today.