Night Meets the Dawn

All are wide-awake In the first phase of the night Hedonists are awake in the second Then the thieves appear at the site Yogis get up fresh In the fourth phase of it; It is the hour when diamond pendants are set From the overhead canopy When gossamer clouds rest In the space azury Everything remains inert and sleepy Silence engulfs the earth from end to end Many happy dreams are conceived Many new hopes tend Hours are pregnant With ideas attendant May or may not come true; The grayish-orange dawn waiting to bloom Has something in its womb Neither can we comprehend nor can we groom.