Wakening mind in image still immersed
Enters slowly into body form
Soon the words will shape to form and verse
The patterns of new life and secrets warm
Stretched out still in languor and sweet love
The mind and body move into new day
And to the cooings of the holy dove
Our scattered parts are welded as we lie
Too soon our minds recall the anxious past
And muscles tighten, as we think dismayed
The moments between night and day can’t last
And for the undone tasks we will now pay
Oh, linger in the garden of delights,
Before you scatter dreams that lit your night
How my heart sings 