Let Dawn Linger

Why dear night, do you remove the canvas every day before the drenched colors dry? how will we ever see and admire the portrait, that which starts with blisters of pink from the mountain of lions, and a streak of mud cast across the elephant bushes Is it your duty to turn dawn to day? Dear night, let dawn linger will it not please you if dusk lingered on, to massage your long dark shadow? Do not be afraid, we already know your secrets thanks to the silver whispers At wee you apportion us your shadow, Each day we accept to carry it in silence while you hide till evening! Do not hurry us to labor,dear night Let dawn linger