When fortune came my way, as a sleepy night crept away
Eyelids opened to welcome, the hugging light of another day
As subconscious kissed conscious, gladly presenting her
I look to you oh lovely day, for what you have to offer
Many an unknown event will come my way
Anxiously, stalkerly lie, in wait, to come this day
I'll never, ever, be fully prepared, to live it all
Hopefully, there is a friend, on whom I may call
Wished my nightly rest had not let me go
Troubles stare at me, I would not care to know
A warmth affair I dearly missed, remembered as I gently kissed
A place of mine, devoid of time, upon a chest I gently pressed
When it's never enough for me to achieve
I look to a soft place, oh sweet gentle reprieve
Grateful to not know the future, or I'll die
Nervously faced its troubled woes, at least I'll give it a try
It's just another day in this stream, call life
All its evolving drama as a flower, will never unfold twice
Ever flowing, gladly sustaining, allowing all to come
Just do what can be done, then another day for some
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.