Pale morning dawns with promises of rain,
avians who improvise flute-notes
beneath cloud-eider skies…
Morning glows with promises of sun -
soft chalices of fire compete with amethyst
and ivory in luring vagrant bees
to sip ambrosia for languid queens…
Morning tentatively transits drowsy window-panes
to touch your gently stirring eyelashes, your tranquil face,
illumined by the astral plane that hosts nocturnal sojourners,
still gleaming with refractions of a misty moon that lingers late,
as I awake, arise, led by the angel of the dreaming-site,
to be baptised in night's exchange with day's pellucid, newborn light…