little ray

i
early in the morning, before work or duty
there is a stillness purchased with sleep.
The world yet drowsy is softer and safe
in its potential promise, responsibility reserved.
Just this half and hour of forgetful space
when good music from times past
and a reconstituted breakfast completely satisfy.
that morning contentment consumed
is indeed the best meal of the day.
then the calm of uninterrupted solitude;
broken peacefully by little steps
evokes a feeling beyond understanding.

for she lives like morning;
as a ray of radiant glory.
like those warriors of sun, steal,
come upon the world as finite fiction.
even after spring has struck at fall
she does not die with the turning of leaves
but alive again she will endure because
their colors are their own.
her conflict dies in the gray gold
of a silver lined dream;
an enduring legacy of freedom.
it is perhaps by chance our meeting
but no matter, in this moment
i am at once a changed man.