Daybreak
Blue falls in beads
lost to the deep
beauty at the burn of day;
seize what she says.
Reyna
Glow from the East
sky warms her cheek.
Raise up high your branch and cone.
Dance what is known.
Reyna
King of revelry
sing what you see:
"Celebrate the coming noon."
Pan pipes his tune.
Daybreak
Words: Ely
Copyright 2003
