Morning star

There is too much sun within me,
too much of autumn's fire, too much of spring's radiance,
for winter's chill to lead me
into a wilderness without end.

I dream of silence beside the water,
where morning gathers me with gentle hands.
Duration burns upon the far horizon,
where a solitary star keeps watch in the heights.

The Morning Star awakens the infinite.
A distant shadow falls across my soul,
bearing the fragrance of a dream that never dies—

there, where the soul lives,
and loves,
and hopes.