Thursday Poem: The Hand Of Day

The Hand Of Day

The coloured skies of dawn that hold
The promised day there in the palm
Of morning. Close enough for you
To take the hand of day and walk
On down these paths, between the gorse
And rocks and on towards the sea
That leads beyond the wider world.

To see it spread all out for you
To take a moment from the day
To hold in your safe hand and keep
A precious moment to hold close.

You have a box of dreams you keep
High on the shelf of memories.
The dreams of times when you broke free,
And left the chains of this small life
Behind you, heaped here on the ground
Before you rose on up to take
The whole of a new world at once
Into your sight, to see it all
Beneath you, spread out, waiting there
For you to reach to take it all.