Like a newborn day you seep the sieve of consciousness a myriad of moments are fresh bouquets plucked from the womb where dreams gestate scented with promise you shine as the daybreak that ripens parting waves reveal to me a realm anew like lambs we tread dough eyed and dazed in a dawn drenched dew with buckled limbs that heed the call of newbile joy to gallop soon in meadows of our season unafraid of falling unafraid to imagine that this could be real