The dark will soon struggle
To meet the rising light. It's
Still and eerie, this early late
Night. Early to bed early to
Rise, I am not wealthy. Nor
Wise. I am awake in a pre-
Dawning, in a pre-morning
Yet I have slept and dreamt
Now I await the sun's rise
Like any office worker, will
Have my coffee. I am up
Before the first rooster's
Crow though no rooster
Perches on my city steps
Daylight will emerge from
Night's darkest hours. It
Will lighten. The sky will
Be a revelation after the
Difficulties of a starless
Night. Maybe there were
Stars, like the crowing
Rooster unheard in the
Thrum of a city street,
Stars are darkened by
City street lights, lights
That do not illuminate
The deep dark of night
The sun will clarify its
Gloomy intensity, it will
Brighten into a singing
Light. A new day sits
Beyond, opens like a
Flower in springtime,
Steals hope from doom
Tamara, really 