Culling lighter shades of gray;
And I, witness to this unfolding…
With dreams from lumbering night
Tethered yet to loads of care
Caused to defer my morning brew.
Still the pulse of dawn I hailed
While flakes from yawning eyes I flayed.
Then through the veil came morning dove
Rousing my listless being with song...
Onto the window my soles conspired
Where the face of beauty my gaze amazed -
Radiant, ethereal – love supreme….
What lofty Renderings of a mighty hand!
And thus my lease of life renewed
The ancient mystery scrolls along
Another cycle of dream-time lore confirmed
As in slumbering death duly tromped
By the birth of the rising sun.
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