Severus Alexander

Stillness at Morn

 

From chaos, into order wake

 

That from sleep some meaning may we derive

 

The tales of dreaming which go untold

 

For into life we thus emerge

 

And from conviction of the soul…

 

Thus can we our entry make



For, what lies within the heart

 

Cannot the mind ever contrive

 

      except in far-off, lonely places

 

   between waking and the night