Calm and soothing,
Like the morning when the hours are barely dawning.
You creep steadily into my head as I lay half awake on my bed
Beckoning my heart to my pen.
What have you done?
Your sweet song is all around!
Wrapping me in your lull of sincere words throng,
Come away with me, to the poets’ ball
That we may dine and live the call.