Golden beams lovingly reach
through the leaves
and beckon me to hop on;
so far away is the day star
yet so personal, this dawn

to find me here among the birds
before the day’s bustle begins,
as I walk to pacify
the restlessness within.

Soon the light will flood the day,
cast down over all equally,
so for now, I indulge fully
in the personal cosmic intimacy

and climb aboard the silent ray,
let it suspend me for a while,
like a hammock, I sink into it,
and suspend all my heart’s trials.

Before the world comes alive,
I try to linger in these moments,
for the sun’s first offering
is always the most golden.

Poem and images from this morning ©LauraDenise