September 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
Often I have watched the ascent of the sun in the city;
a rosy gilt on the windowpanes,
a diaphane sheath that veils Eden and reveals it,
glimmering quietly, in reflections of reflections,
as the peoples start to hum their daily offices.
I have dreamed of this same moment
up where the peaks graze the stars.
I have dreamed of the gold that pours out
over a limitless sea of clouds,
somewhere ages distant from the drowsy city,
across the sea and across the valley
that rings with the song of the wildflowers.
And I have imagined the radiance that burst
from the void, when our sun itself
was born in the heavens;
another note in an eternal symphony
of light and shadow.
But lately I have come to think
that the richest of sights under our star
is the dawn of the smile
that softens your eyes,
bleary with sleep, as they open to greet mine
in the quiet light
and peaceful solitude of the morning.