Sunrise crowns the coming day
with gilded glow, potential deep;
clothes each moment with a grace
befitting royals; while the sleep
is rousing off each dewy head,
beauty knits with reverent hand
a mantle out of golden thread,
and spreads its magic o’er the land.
Perched above a golden floor,
Persian rug designed by Fall;
Golden thread on golden shore,
Draped by sunlight’s twilight shawl.
Peaceful thoughts beset me here,
Peaceful dreams in golden form;
Shimmering, they gather near,
Where bird’s-eye view keeps musings warm.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 