Morning comes

Morning comes with the old ritual
Of sap and bough, each leaf a burden
And you swaying among the violets
Perfumed in the lace of roses
Distilling sunlight in your hair
Drawing no shadows
Blooming in the midday sun
And looking to the evening sky
Wrapped the stars about you.
“Come now let us flee
Before the day declines
And darkness claims you”
But you smiling said
“The night is mine”.

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