Curious Candor
A golden light!
The young dawn whispers befittingly.
Long meandering rays of light,
An eternal glow,
Almost fictitious to my senses.
What beauty is this? What trivial fruits?
What curious candor…
I frequent these conceptions relentlessly,
Endlessly…
Into the hallow void I dream the light to fill.
To take the edge of this mental scythe,
This rusted sickle.
I implore this glowing muse of dawn.
Of my dawn…
You have a name that sings
And the gentle smile of the mild midmorning dew.
I dream unceasingly, to love incessantly,
Uninterruptedly.
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