This morning, the dawn in her glory sits enthroned.
She says, glory is in the hands of another world.
From beyond she turns her spectrum of colour,
her shades of luminosity into magnificence,
un-catchable on a canvas.
Me watches.
Is captivated.
Bows down.
Can not explain the how or why of her.
Can only say thanks.
Stand in silence.
Be in gratitude, while she so magnificently
heralds in the dawning of a day.
Me carries her in the blood of being.
Sits with her on the plane of the self.
2013