Dawn

You only see a shape,
the structure of what is to be;
like a baby;
one still swimming in mom's belly
Dew caresses my feet
and like a magnet, jumps to my feet
as I, through dew , make my trail
On my back shiver climbs
like a baby; one on mom's back
So fair is your complexion
And glim does your face
like that of your bearer, shy night
The mute splendorous baby of a day
with its soft hands
gently touches my face- as my lover does
Oh! mini baby day
You do not shade the heavy
as through still streets they thin away
Envious sun hunts you away
until behind the hills so high you hide
................................til mom births again