by Mary Clark

Created on: February 03, 2009

(First Light Ambrosia)

Sipping from morning's chalice

while steam rises from the rim

a day begins, it's our to win

wouldn't want it any other way

Minds drift on the aroma

as lips settle on the brim

seize this day, and all that may

be delivered to us on dawn's wind.

First light ambrosia

revive these old souls

beaten and trampled by time

We need to get up and go

and as you well know

without you we cannot survive.

Mouths embrace your flavor,

savoring warmth upon our tongues

this ritual, that's habitual

must linger before we move on.

By now are mugs are near empty

but we are not yet ready to stop

quickly we race, it's all in the chase

to fill up without spilling a drop.

First light ambrosia

revive these old souls

beaten and trampled by time

We need to get up and go

and as you well know

without you we cannot survive.

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