Today, This Way Comes

Today, This Way Comes

Sitting upon wings of imagination, I take my flight,

Greeting morning’s approach, lamenting the dying night,

Into this day I awaken, this gift I’ve been told,

Where dreams are hidden away in the hearts of both young and old.

Dreams of sorrow, who knows, perhaps,

Dreams of passion, those that might last.

Dreams of happiness, we perchance might see,

Dreams to be fulfilled? That’s left up to me.

Come walk with me through this mist,

A cloak of protection, a garment I’ve been told, the morning’s kiss.

Come walk with me through my today,

Where my imagination has its way.

Come sit with me now that day is spent,

Come sit with me alone upon my bench,

Come sit with me and see what was sent,

T’was a gift filled with thankfulness,

One that I’ll cherish, one remembered without regret.

When many complain about deeds undone,

Their dreams left without attempt in the day’s dying sun.

Tis of their own making, whether to fulfill or abandon,

I turn, I smile, I remember, and then remind them,

Today, this way comes.