Brilliant be the morning gleam
In waking waltz of childhood dream
In truth I speak of mid day sun
Stretching the sky in sleepy yawn
Loosened earth from harvest field
Steams the valley with fruitful yield
All the heaps of thistle and stalk
Rest in shadows along the walk.
Now at dusk falls the light
Conceiving faeries into flight
Dripping sky settles the grass
While tired winds gently pass
Tizzy tizzy bounce my thoughts
Until the sky breaks the lock,
That holds my fears and tames my dreams,
With star light spears, celestial streams.
Tired they fall, fiercely they blaze
Gathering the me who anxiously fades.
All at once with valiant roar
I beam with delight and freely soar.