Dawn

All nebulous dreams prospecting, A hideaway in cloud atolls, A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting, In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled, Sojourner stars: their lamps parole In a distance, behind amnesic lights Razing autumn clouds, amber hues galore! Cloud heaths, like bosom steaming Of shying lovers in meeting pour Whom expectations, sunrays in flurry, The sky makes dawn red, and Sun allures The air, in restless breeze cavorting, By promised things which procure A blushful pink, on allusion's canvas, The whimsy sky in homely warmth pleasured Into a fecund rosiness, its secrets goaded, Flee from shadowed swathes: staid, demure; And where played curt poem, autumn moon; Is a sky by the the bold and brash secured