Waking

I have found at the end
Of day and beyond the night
Til whence begins the morn

The most assured way
of winnowing in the play

To rid one's self
Of responsibilities' faces
To fondly love in far off places

Held captive in dreams
Awash in dawn's blessed air
Sheets and cheeks
Brow and hair
Limbs and ears

Till opening eyes go there
And pleasant images drift behind
Drawn back to the center
Like a flower's fragrance rising
Into clouds of coming winter.