Awakened to this day

 ‘Awakened to this day’ Trgates,4/25/2022

decades, still see his 
translucent blues,
Grandpa used to observe,
“only people talking about the
good old days 
don’t remember them.”
looking into a teen’s eyes,
them not knowing what’s next,
I see those blues, and others
reminding me of both 
what, and why I believe anything. 
“Love, I love you,”
I hear them within,
it’s a quintessential good morning,
their stories are part of mine,
mine still seems to have
brush strokes,
honest, blurry at times,
as they remind me,
“today is the only one being written.”
the Sun sets, 
yet the Moon’s light
passing on shadows,
its rising is perception 
on the other side. 
Awakened to this day,
in my bones I feel 
one where the Sun never dies. 
Good morning.