THE OPTIMIST AWAKES

The cock-eye slumbers under a winter’s throw

Resting his head from her whistles yes and no  

He fancies dancing over strife and stress

And into her heart if his prayer is blessed.

He imagines a world reborn with gentle rain

Flowing with love and devoid of pain

He dreams through prisms of courage and hope

Priming focus to transcend the steepest slope.

Soon his conscience blossoms under a melting knoll  

And gently taps into his destined soul

It’s time to awake and take the morning sun

And face the truth there is work to be done.

He extends his wing to everyone he meets

So they can leave the nest and go beyond their feet

Many times his flights are swayed with doubt

By those who disdain and survive without.

Without flinching nor a blink of an eye

He stays his course without curse or cry

His breathless feathered quest will never end

Until he sights their prayers and finds their friend.