The darkness in the morning first holds out
As fierce as night in triumph holds my soul
Hostage. I love stars for all their light
Hope comes in dawn to fill the darkest holes
And hollows in the universe. The morn
Shakes firmly out the tendrils of the night
And I am no less cleared of darkened mood
Than if my eyes were stars with paling light
Now lit with ember warmth and turned on high.
I leave my shaded, starlit bed and rise
Alive with hope as time brings forth the day
And dawn and joy both greet my tired eyes.
postscript
Day five of Can't believe I'm so far behind this year.... From the Greek: to stand, to rise.