Heart holds court, commands the dance,
directs the music, that does play,
in symphonies of soulfullness, enticing every chance,
that mind will offer up to day.
As dawn slow stirs on night’s deep bed,
so are the skirts full flounced,
in ruffled possibilities, where reason can be led,
and clarity emerges as daylight is announced.
So does light bring solace yet again,
in ways dispelling demons large and small,
that sanity can sing in bright refrain,
and morning trills in deep, familiar call.
The monsters of the night are pushed aside,
image dilutes in new-born glare,
and senses are restored by sun’s full tide,
so is the moment offered then to share.