Morning Comes

Morning comes.

Just is. 

Unarmed.

Folds away the darkness, 

Hides the dust of lullabies,

Finds the sleeping fragments of nocturnal skies,

And sweeps them all away,

Sweeps them quickly!

To the corners of the day.

This is her time. 

This is her due.

Must she play hostess to the afternoon,

Mistress to the evening?

This is her time.

Her just reward.

She's waited patiently for dawn to drift away,

The noisy birds to settle...

Morning comes.

Just is. 

Unharmed.

Tolerates the shadows,

Wakens all the sleepyheads,

Brings back all the color to the blankets and the pillows on the beds

And folds away the darkness,

Folds away the darkness...

Morning comes

Morning comes

Morning comes

Morning comes.