Light creeps casually along misty panes,
Spreads it's creamy white on shadowy walls,
Pauses to hang up night's corners to dry,
I, unchained now, awake smelling sweet morning.
Attention then claims our yesterday songs
Which, learnt by heart, bear repeating again.
Ethereal words shape time into dreams
Replete now, we unfold our own new dawns.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-dawning/
