The first sun ray -
From these dawn skies -
Will bless this day.
I'm gonna rise
But your embrace
Will stop my tries -
I like this grace.
The twilight sky
Looks like a lace -
There was a cry
From Heaven's Place -
But now sky's high.
The dew is trace
Of this night rain.
I'll kiss your face
When you maintain -
A quiet sigh -
Your sleepy reign.
A flight - so shy,
An early jay,
A swish of rye -
They'll grace my Way -
I want to pray:
"The first sun ray..."
Prayer
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