a maiden morning ray
is all what it takes
hush a heart, writhing
woeful and ashamed
now that I am up, agonized
life treads, turns up gray
night snarls at me,
pardoned with eyes awake
blissfully proud and drifted away
in diurnal deeds of forte,
singing songs of merry
of facade, foibles disobeyed
©Written Frames, 2018