I tell me morning
I say light
That of all days it is this day
I should remember and save
That of all the days to look in the mirror
To see again
Everything that is a dream and a desire again
that is required again
Slowly flowing to a place designated
In good and bad
To which to go and in complete silence
After the storm
After a gospel and the sound of harpoons
And the birth of a light.
I said the morning blessing. now
you say it.