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.