Aubade

Greetings to you sunset,
And to the sun farewell,
I don’t suppose that you’d remember me.
But I remember rising,
And I remember when I fell,
‘Twas not long ago we sat near by the sea.

This morning I went walking;
I heard the scuffle of my feet,
And I walked the road with wind upon my face.
Strange smells filled my nostrils,
From the freshness of the street;
I found that nowhere is a mystifying place.

You might ask “What of this sunset,
And why all this silly talk,
About a time that so inclines you to recall?
What about these paces,
That you placed while on this walk?
Do you remember all the places that we’d fall?”

Oh, I do remember;
I know every blistering spot.
I know I’ve found some perils on this road.
I know I’ve tripped and fallen
As I dropped the things I brought,
But I got back up to bear another load.

There isn’t too much comfort
When you walk a path alone,
Unless you take the comfort from upstairs.
And falling feels like falling
And the path is still unknown,
But keep to walking and keep to saying prayers.

So good morning to the sunrise,
Good evening to sunset;
There’s so much I wish these eyes could see:
To grasp my hope and future,
That elusive silhouette,
But the sun, for now, is good enough for me.

My eyes are blue and grey now,
Just like they’ve always been,
And the sun, well, it’ll set again today
It’ll rise just shortly after
I don’t know exactly when
But I trust that everything will be okay.