Morning Wake

Where dew meets leaf

And chill meets bone

Morning is where I call home

Sun brings to touch

The darkened dead

This is where I lay my head

Morning

Where the dreams

Come to lay to rest

The morn

As the sky

Rises with the light

A love you think

So intimate

To paint, and love, and sing to it

A lovely courtship

As it rises high

Too pure a thing to ones own eye

This love would be true

If not for its rage

Upon the ground for all the age

Yet day does not control

The morning in its wake

For away the night does it take

And replaces that which stings

With the wonderful show

That sings like the birds to us below

Oh flight it takes

Journey never done

The battle there is never won

For time is enemy to all

Who wish at break of day

To live forever in morning's cool ray