Beautiful Day

Every morning when i awake
i make it a must to look out
at the beautiful sky
with the promise of
yet another beautiful day...

For as one grows older,
and life seems sweeter -
it is imperative
to just take a look at the sky
and be assured that today
will be beautiful - just like yesterday...

Even now as i sit and wonder
my thoughts will surely wander...
to a place on earth that i treasure
and picture in my mind, with great pleasure:
a face in my heart that i treasure
and picture in great measure:
his thoughts and his mind,
what brings him joy, what would anger...?
what brings him pleasure,
and what he'll treasure...?

Would my words bring him immense pleasure -
or would it trigger intense displeasure...?
would he forgive me any error -
or would he fill my heart with terror...?
sometimes i just sit around and i just wonder -
at life i marvel; at him i think with pleasure...

Sometimes i just sit around and i just wonder -
it is true that he really cares...?
or is it just a passing fancy that ends
like a joke without humour -
whether it is just a passing pleasure...
to steal a heart for his immense pleasure?

Sometimes i wonder...
i most foolishly wonder...