Dawn Preaching

Of silence and calmness, the early dawn preaches me,
In madness and haste, with a runner’s legs, I walk a sage,
To a journey after the moon…before the sun,
In endless times ‘fore I wake up…’fore I sleep,
With mysteries to harvest, sow and reap,
Illusions of fragrance I still have to breathe,
To years and days of joy and pain,
Of longing to closeness, a bliss of chance over ill-fated fate,
With a spark of desire, I ere my destiny,
But a destiny of and all on my own,
Not a destiny without a sight in vision,
With no twilights to guide, no ways to reach,
As I float and drown amidst the sea!