Sonnet 14 – Aubade
Awake and with metered hand part the drapes,
for heaven’s child approaches coy and shy,
his presence told by the vague probing shapes
of half light that now bid the night goodbye.
Darkness bows with grace and steps aside
as the celestial prince commences day
with a steady flow of luminous tide,
edging over the land to chase the grey.
Then will the infant light, his task now done,
melt away becoming part of our morn,
hidden within the warm brilliance of sun,
there to languish until again he’s dawn.
Though he can only ever remain young
endless songs of his beauty will be sung.