I rise in the darkness
So that I may know the beauty of dawn
And appreciate the joy of daylight
And when, in the night, I cannot sleep
I listen to the soothing wisdom of poets
And conjure the spells of magicians
I wander in cold solitude
So that I may feel the glow of home's hearth
And celebrate the warmth of friends
And when, in the wilderness, I am lost
I sing the ancient songs of the land
And dance to the rhythm of nature
I move in the sunshine
So that I may be in sync with time's passing
And forget the vast stillness of space
And when, in the day, I cannot wake
I rally to the cry of revolutionaries
And shake myself from the coma of routine
I tremble with fevered passion
So that I might long for calm quietude
And value the emptiness of mind
And when, in spring, I cannot rest
I gather the secrets of flowers
And dream the whispered sighs of autumn
I rise in the darkness
So that I may know the kiss of waking
And appreciate the gift of being alive
— Wayne Visser