I Wait for the Whisper

Of daybreak.

Photograph bthanks to my daughter, Grindle.

Is it my imagination? Or simply just the way I feel Visions move into my perspective What will my memories reveal?

I wait for the whisper of daybreak That transforms dreams into reality I emerge from the mists in my mind Into a place of relative normality.

What I see in my mind’s eye Is a picture too difficult to paint? Words can’t describe the meaning Or the gravity of self-imposed restraint.

Creativity flows like a river Assisted by the thunder and the rain It flows through my veins in abundance And harmonises with a sweet refrain.

Meanwhile, summer turns to winter Tides follow the cycles of the moon Love is as transient as a rainbow Why did winter come so soon?

A teardrop falls from heaven I watch the day disappear into the night And wait expectantly for the morning New meaning, wisdom and inner sight.

It’s not just my imagination My mind’s eye is the window where I see Inventiveness and new inspiration That liberates my mind and sets me free.

©

David Rudder 2026

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.