Today

Midnight's death
stretched
far and wide
interrupting the horizon
with a brilliance
unlike
anything
anyone
could ever imagine

In this moment
of awakening
phantom like arms of sunshine
stretch outward
as if they were seeking
to gently kiss
each dream
a good morning
and then watch
as they slowly evaporate
into possibilities

This awe
and wonderous moment of life
whispers
what love
doesn't have to say
that the world
as complicated as the rituals
of the indifferent
is as beautiful
as the bated breath hopes it can be

Tomorrow
will never be promised
so today
will always have to be
good enough

Your last lines you could have done it more better , that's what I felt .
Great is the Art of beginning , but greater is the Art of Ending . Anyway , just Okay for me !

Nice poem .

And I agree:

Today

Midnight’s death
stretched
far and wide
interrupting the horizon
with a brilliance
unlike
anything
anyone
could ever imagine

In this moment
of awakening
phantom like arms of sunshine
stretch outward
as if they were seeking
to gently kiss
each dream
a good morning
and then watch
as they slowly evaporate
into possibilities

This awe
and wonderous moment of life
whispers
what love
doesn’t have to say
that the world
as complicated as the rituals
of the indifferent
is as beautiful
as the bated breath hopes it can be

One
by one
the unspoken chase of tomorrow
fills our moments
with time
unpromised
never realizing that
today
if treated with fervent passion
will always be
good enough

Nice add on .

Very impressive!