In passage betwixt earth and sky
Its prodding sunbeams dare to pry
Thru shuttered windows, up shadowed stairs,
Down corridors of walls with ears
It pecks apart a warming crack
Into a room cocooned in black
‘Ere flooding in as rays of gold
And, like a lover, lays its hold
Caressing every gaping skin
Of she who, slumbering, lays within
“Awake, dear lass, ‘tis I, the Sun,
Pray hearken to the call of dawn…”
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