Before the wake

Morning light fills the room, replacing human motion.
Daylight betrays itself, vanishing from my notion.

The dawn sun embraces, the oldest comrade.
The midday sun punishes, the greatest obstacle.

The sunrise begins before the haste.
The sunshine lasts even after the rattle.

No one walks; everyone sleeps.
Nothing moves; everything changes.

In the hush, glimmers hold their feast;
the orange blush capsizes the yellow beast.

The pale shimmer washes the wall;
birds announce nature’s call.

Doves gather at my window,
revering me as civilization’s widow.

They drift above the rooftops;
the overworld belongs to their fellows.

My soul grows wings beside theirs,
and I glide through the serene streets; they are my heirs.

― Atrona Grizel