Sometime near daybreak

The stars were like gemstones,

the proverbial diamonds in the sky,

how should I profess my wonder?

The sky, the velvet in the jeweler’s shop

only more resonant with beads of moisture

too minute to see,

except the sky glowed,

the blackness not complete,

and hanging, dangling, in the east,

from a silver strand invisible,

unless you opened your eyes,

a perfect crescent pendant

low in your ample bosom,

Cassiopeia high overhead.

I swear to you I didn’t see the morning

approach like this,

approximate,

my bare feet ice cold

in the dew water grass,

what light, Oh Shakespeare,

what light yonder breaks

the crystal night,

and these poor words

my richest praise.

And still I thought of you,

my heart, be still not,

I will see you

as soon as I can bear,

it is me you will see

if you open your eyes,

my love for you,

not like exquisite

lightening dark,

but these are my feet

and my opened eyes

for you.