The new morning hue smiles through the window,
It comes by the pane and gleams like a cross-bow,
Reflecting, it stains my face. I now awake to a new day.
Hunger greets me early, in the bright Month of May,
I feed softly and quietly on the gentle ray.
My pillow is cold beside the open breeze,
Times shadow bears a cold lair, I can feel my hands freeze.
There is no one around to spread the warmth,
To smear the tepid shine,
No one with whom, to kindly dine,
Or draw around me, a line,
I've suffered a costly fine,
Realizing today, you're no longer mine.