Haunting dawn

Nights stream together with effortless stealth.  I am awake and wandering down just after dawn to watch the clouds roll in with the sunrise.  The beams stream into the ocean and the rains behind soon cover the day.

Time is flowing so quickly.  As if the past decades were merely a blink I find myself recalling the names of childhood friends and foes.  My writing is pushed aside to make money to simply make ends meet.  I push away that thought and focus on feeding my muse.  If nothing else the pictures speak to my soul.