Aubade

Come
sing a new song for this morning
for the bonds of heaven struck
like bells with this ball of fire
each note is a gift, like all things that are
up from the darkness of your gut and blazing
through the dust of your too silent throat

listen
if you can you can know
how this is the same song
that could not be silent in the first dark
smothered in the deep water
each note, each you and me a gift
to the empty world.

i will reach for you when
you arise, though we stand on a nameless shore
surrounded by unknown tides--
you sing like a fetal heart jump-started
by the memory of the receding cry
that shattered star-waked from the void.

sing a new song, bid the sun arise