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.