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