Morning brings
in a break of
tinieblas - the Darkness
Aubade
the Portal
of starry starry nights
given Eos' Veil -
there the chirrup, and peep-peeps
of a hungry hundred StarlinG
winged from nesting
at firmament's Gate, and too
the coos of Doves
near at my door to the West,
and so the River beneath lights atwinkle
with strings of tungsten and neon pearls, each
popping-silent to
the Day's dawning Face more radiant! -
Facilement, tant soit peu le Reve` magique de ta nom dans mon miroir * -
"Heerre's Linne`...!"
H.e.m.-H’H.
10.6.MMvi.
* Simply, simply the Surreal magic of your name on my screen.
