Of all light I love best <br />The color of early morning gray <br />That grants the form of things <br />Beyond demands of lurid detail <br /> <br />Whose moment is sanctioned <br />By the chorus from my father's clock <br />So that while dead he speaks in steady rhythms <br /> <br />And while Laurie sleeps <br />I sit with dog upon his couch <br />Appreciate the candle's flickering power <br />And gather strength both from quiet and caffeine <br />To face the deepening textures <br />Of the coming day.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-morning-light-2/
