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In your night, I dance in misty morning
song, an emissary of the dawn, but
not quite tame enough, without sufficient
discipline, to be a ray of light, nor
yet an angel — how I yearn to gain the
order and restraint — but God indulges
me and smiles, and pulls me home when
I exhaust myself with roaming through the
galaxies and being tossed about by
solar winds and such. Then I regain my
balance and remember what I meant to
do — I, an emissary of the
dawn, assigned to strew the sky with pearls
before the sun breaks through. But first I have to
loop and twirl, who could resist? and stop to
scoop a bit of bright and ancient,
innocent delight from moon and sun and
distant star. And then I go to where you
are, as torch or candle, or, according
to my whimsy, pixie-light; and there I
hover at your bedside, loving you with
radiance that spreads above and then
around you. Warm, you smile, believing that you
dream, but I am genuine, precisely
as I seem, as God created me to
be — an emissary of the dawn, a
dancer in the morning song, one who
meanders as unweary time looks on.
song, an emissary of the dawn, but
not quite tame enough, without sufficient
discipline, to be a ray of light, nor
yet an angel — how I yearn to gain the
order and restraint — but God indulges
me and smiles, and pulls me home when
I exhaust myself with roaming through the
galaxies and being tossed about by
solar winds and such. Then I regain my
balance and remember what I meant to
do — I, an emissary of the
dawn, assigned to strew the sky with pearls
before the sun breaks through. But first I have to
loop and twirl, who could resist? and stop to
scoop a bit of bright and ancient,
innocent delight from moon and sun and
distant star. And then I go to where you
are, as torch or candle, or, according
to my whimsy, pixie-light; and there I
hover at your bedside, loving you with
radiance that spreads above and then
around you. Warm, you smile, believing that you
dream, but I am genuine, precisely
as I seem, as God created me to
be — an emissary of the dawn, a
dancer in the morning song, one who
meanders as unweary time looks on.
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