Morning Glory Poem by Josh Mitteldorf

While thine eyes are fringed with sand -
Dreams uncensored, day unplanned -
Hasten not to lift the blind
To leave thy sleepy thoughts behind.
Linger, hover - not quite waking -
Rush not, inner realm forsaking,
To the day's accomplishment;
Decode the missive heaven sent!
Thy soul lies open like a flower,
The source of all thy worldly power.
Veiled by misty atmosphere,
Discern the forms that vanquish fear.
Feel them settle on thy brow,
Exulting in eternal Now.