That faint orange line grows by the sea,
Over the houses and trees,
Pourin itself out for me.
The dark knight recedes.
Sleep is placed in our pocket &
We rush out into the world.
I would like to take my steps slow,
I have no knowing of where the current will flow or of its rate of travel.
I sit in contemplation,
Allowing this light to grow,
Awaiting the melting of the snow.