Morning star

There Is Too Much Sun Within Me
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.