Having spent the morning wrapped in the delightful warmth
of fond thoughts of Michael…
I dug up one from my hole.
I wrote this after our last rendezvous.
The title is a pun of his last name.
It invokes an almost cheesy herald of light kinda of thing, but that is what I had in mind…
the daysinger
light approaches on the horizon,
signaling a new dawn.
the darkness recedes from my sleeping form
as the herald arrives to greet the new morn.
he is the daysinger,
he meets each dawn with renewed vigor
that belies the dark shadows that have followed him in his journey.
his song begins,
soft melodic notes reaching forth to greet the light.
an inviting tune that wraps around me; nurturing, intriguing and arousing.
the notes grow strong,
sweeping dark thoughts from my mind;
just as the nights shadows are dispersed by encroaching dawn.
the daysinger shifts and increases his song,
what was greeting becomes protecting, inspiring and strengthening;
my own energy joining in the lyric.
the daysinger crescendos;
he reaches his apex. my energy crackles and sparks
as it merges with his magic and song.
i rise to meet the day,
charged as seldom before;
my heart rapt with the song of his soul;
as is my body wrapped with the strength of his arms.
gryphon's hole 