Rendezvous With Dawn
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The sun reaches his arms to the sky until the dark is gone.
Clouds help him up from the void, and he tickles them orange and purple. They pull him on.
Like sailing ships they scud on the wind waves, playing in the golden light,
He stretches out, washing away the dregs of night.
The breezes whisper with the clouds and they drift about in the dome of the sky
Way up there, all twinkles in the sun’s eye.
Daily rendezvous with the dawn, I get dressed.
He’s there and so am I,
With him above and me beneath the sky.
I laugh with the sun, and he with me.
Now within me also, the night is gone, and I am ready.
We say good morning to the day together.