Dawn

When rising, the morning unprepared Recoils beneath her silhouette, that bright Feline cast so effortlessly dared The world set loose from a dreaming night. In her eyes, the yielding azure glow Shames the heavens for their livid dye, They may not hope or dare to go Against such vibrant shards of sky. When moving, she holds my breath to wait Inside the stony chest, that lung Sealed fast, thus fails to respirate, Holds faster still my soporific tongue. Banished, lost, my silence sings Of rapture on a summer morn; The miracle her beauty brings, The light that shines of Dawn.