The Pivoting Point

The morning breathes
Effortlessly to my mind
Shaking away doubts
That weren't too fashionably kind.
When the clock is ticking,
My shoe is tapping
To the spineless waves
Of this calm cool morning.

Dawn has its way of knowing
Troubles that are so true,
Constantly calling me back,
To the glorious melting blue.

Skies to my eyes,
Warm wind in my face,
Recollecting times past,
Forgotten without a trace.
Here lies the evidence
Of my unbound soul,
Collecting patient lovers,
Without even a toll.

Rambling on until the day is through,
Making life stand still,
This morning is quite new.

For now I see,
That which binds itself to me,
Calling forth life's riches,
Sprouting like a tree.

The morning ever so clear,
There is nothing left to fear,
When breath calms my sight,
Upon this world's reckless blight.