Dawn Poem by Padma Devkota

Opening the eyes I succumb to the rosy flush of her seductive intent
My heart awakens to a beauty it dares not lose.
Desire awakes and stirs like a young eagle whose unexercised wings and unwhetted claws
Keep it far from the would-be victim now safe in the distance where she parades her killing charms

Opening the heart I invite her to imprint its dark corridors with pencils of light.
She treads gently up and down its chambers planting a million points of brilliant light that merge and multiply into a revelation that is me; a revelation in which I find my self;
for it is nothing but an awakening: being conscious that I am conscious, which is thought.

Opening thought to primordial Dawn I would like to snuggle into her bosom to forget myself, but this is a desire that is forever wrangled and torn to shreds by teeth of stones and bones

in ways that render complete surrender an imbecile's dream.
Longing for the second awakening, I fan the portals of the east with eaglet's feathers that do not lift the air but invite
seductive Dawn to step softly inside the hosting mind that would cleanse itself with fresh beauty each morning at the death of night.