The Morn...

As the hawthorne unfurls to the darkened sky…
As the mind unfolds to the starry east…
We await the rider of the dawn…

Lightened tendrils trace the upturned leaves…
Glimmering threads caress my upturned brow…
From the presence immense across the infinite sky…

The ancient one transpires from rest to vigor…
Mental blinds transform from shadow to illumination…
Inspiration’s kiss on the dawn’s edge…

Know that every man and every woman is a Star to be Found.