Sunrise

Slowly awaking powers

filter down, incandescent,

Burning brightly, igniting

The fires of the mind.

Dawn comes to the troubadour,

Lonely on the hillside

Wash me away

Down your mountainous stream

With the minerals and soil,

Down past the cliffs and to your valleys,

Into your lakes and oceans,

Where I may return

Into my youth

Wash me away

So I may break on your rocks;

I've been heartbroken so many times,

I'm used to the pain.

Twilight advances;

Wash me away.