yes, i did...

i did awake around two.
i glimpsed for a moment, even two,
to see what you might have written, for i too had no clue.
yet you had not risen from your deserving sleep
to write and with your words to speak.
so what would i write to you?
why would i spend moments on these keys
the modern day quill...
to write what might thrill.
for i have no clue of you...
perhaps it is destiny, perhaps it is free will.
maybe even prudence that i grasp the poet's proverbial quill.
the sun has risen for one more day.
a future sure to behold.
a toast, to how it is destine to unfold.
i write so that i might wish that you see all that is bright
everything of promise, within your eye's sight.
with these words that sort of flow
do know that the future does glow.
the rays casting, lifting, drawing
a loneliness... you feel, from you.
words maybe you did not expect
but what the heck.
with the future upon your back
this is what you hold.
this is what has been told.
each day gives you more
with its light you will sore.