The day comes with the soft streams of light

that awake indignation or delight;

it calls like a lover to its mate

or the lion to its prey,

drawing you to destinations

that you would never have predicted

or that you always expected.

After that long wait in the dark echoes of night,

the sun peeps through the misty doom,

and you look for a brighter dawn

with a gentle touch that may come

or may only be part

of the night’s foggy

land of dreams.

15-9-2014