On morning’s beginning and evening’s end,

Sunlight’s gleaming smile not foe nor friend,

I admired the dawn’s yawning face,

Held within my own arms’ cold embrace.

A warmth unfamiliar tickles my nose,

My lips now parting, my eyes unclosed.

I take the warmth for what it’s worth,

Enjoying a foreign sense of mirth.

My fingers unfurl into open palms,

Once trying noises now like psalms.

I lend the worl...