Rising with sun

Eager to see the dawn,
I lay awake at sea shore,
Waiting for my dawn!

Sun will rise from that farthest corner,
Separating sky from sea
The rays of light faded then sharp,
Will fall on water, will spread across the sky,
Painting the canvas with color,
Colors changing, and
Changing scene with every stroke of that brush,

I am cold I am wet,
My eyes are dull and weak
Weak to face the light,

Slowly with its rising head,
It will fill my dead eyes with life,
I will feel the warmth seeping in my skin,
Penetrating even further touching the soul

Oh! That would be the dawn,
I am waiting for,
Waiting to catch with life again,
Life will flow through my cold blood,
Colors of the canvas will shine in my eyes