Dawn at Zacatel
We crossed the narrows just before the dawn
And caught the sunrise through an avenue of palms.
Alone.
You stand alone.
Radient, your spirit spreads its presence
Into my life
Like the rising sun
Over the gentle waves, softly lapping
Against the edge of the warm white sand
Spreading its warmth, its colour and light
The promise of a new day, rebirth and renewal
Among the still towering palms, stretching
Forever and beyond
Along the road
That is my life.