Golden Fire Poem by Barry Middleton

I welcome meditation hour
it comes today at 4 AM
the night inspires a secret power
much like a royal diadem

I will be king until the dawn
my kingdom is yet fast asleep
the moon casts shadows on the lawn
like dreams or cats that quietly creep

my dawns are mostly golden now
and when the eastern glow appears
I think about the why and how
for dawn must come to banish fears

I cherish night but with the sun
my subjects wake and rise from bed
I bless them when the night is done
as if they're rising from the dead

a humble bench provides my throne
I'll be there with the bright sunrise
the king who worships the unknown
and golden fire and morning skies