The quiet sigh of early morning breath,
The dim moon slowly recedes alone,
And a shy moth drifts into morning sleep,
As he pushes back hazy-eyed memories.
And then came the sun with her golden touch,
And every finger brought forth generous love,
And all the light lifted the heaviness,
And all of the pain sank into the dew.
And the first stretch of day opened the skies,
To white fresh air…