Poem by a lady named Morgan who is always brightly shining.
Upon the morning stirs her Shimmering Light
As nighttide sleeps the Daytide Smiles;
Proclamation of Engendered Treasure
Beyond the compulsion of pretense and guile.
Untamed the Morning Sings a Blazing Song,
A harp string Reverberating loud;
Unmerited , we watch with shaded eyes
As Creation wakes and Smiles proud.
Listen then, if Breath be in your soul
And let the Music of her Smile Shine;
No other Serenade is as Glorious,
Nor like to Reach within and then Entwine!
With Life and Luster the Morning Radiantly Glows,
Stirring ethereally what seldom shows!
Beautiful Original Music by Thomas Bergersen