by Paul Glenn

Created on: July 04, 2008

The First Gifts of My Day

I wonder what it is
to be the first ray to fold back the night
and sketch the day
To fall like and arrow through the dark,
carving out a path for the day to follow
To fly in reach for your room
and find you in a dark and chill
as I float above your bed in stare and delight
Like a secret that lives for the slightest fraction of a second
before the air ignites with a glow that spreads

like an explosion of light and then suddenly,
it is morning
And you stir beneath the covers
And I am imprisoned in this space that surrounds you
The very light inside this nowhere you can't see
But I am the morningthe most envied part of day,
for I am there to catch the first glimpse of your eyes
To follow you through day and warm the air
that has come to kiss your skin
while I ride inside the strands of your hair
And float above you as a crown of light
And I will burn and slowly fade
But I am with you
until the first drops of dark that come to bind me
and hurl me into the heavens for a sleep
A sleep that is filled with your eyes (the first gifts of my day)
And I sleep
And I sleep
Until I find myself awake and in flight
Falling like an arrow through the dark,
carving out a path for the other rays of day to follow
While I float above your bed in wait and stareand delight
for the opening of your eyes

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