Portrait of a Woman at Sunrise

What spark of luminescence shines beyond

her eager eyes? Eternally enchanting as her

presence serves to form a second Sun, and

all the stars to light a further heaven. Celestial

sensations in the guise of morning dawn

as I perforce examine animations, and question

whether I remain alive.

Might I enquire after her should heaven

ask her name? For surely she is truant

at a lustrous upper school, perhaps in mere

delay for morning class. At last I glimpse

as she re-situates. Her visage melts, absorbed

into the sunlight. And roused am I to waking

world, my fallen form returned to greet my eyes.

Yet all was once a dream. I paint my nascent

womanhood the color of the dawn, and make

horizon's vastness my demesne. Without

investigation, I proceed in my becoming.

The dawn is late indeed, but twice as

luminescent for delay! Enswathed am I

in heraldry of sunrise, a portrait now to paint.