She never sleeps!
She is has no time
For mortal rest,
For the timeless bliss of a
Mortal's dream.
Her fate is, each day,
To encircle the world,
On swift feet,
For eternity,
Until the Sun
No longer burns bright
In the heavens,
And darkness, sadly,
reigns supreme.

She is forever trapped
Between night and day,
In the narrow, moving corridor
That separates the two.
Wherein, she spreads
Her fingertips of rose
And kisses the world's eyes open
With her pink, soft light.
She does this each morning
For us,
As she once did for Odysseus
And his brave crew
As they headed home
From Troy, victorious,
And lost.

She stirs all of us who sleep,
Either gladly in our dreams,
Frightened in our nightmares,
Or those who lie sleepless,
Alone and lonely in the dark.
Responding to your kiss of
Light and warmth,
We awake to face yet another day
Of our impermanence.
However, once gripped by
Cold, dark death,
We will never reawaken,
To feel again, at first light,
Your warm sweet lips
On our cheeks.

Some will greet you with joy
In appreciation of a new day,
While others,
Trapped in pain
Will curse you,
In anticipation
Of more of yesterday's
Joyless suffering,
Hoping for the light
To finally go out
Forever.

Awaken me from my slumber,
My wondrous Goddess.
Rescue me once again
From my unwelcome solitude,
And let me fear not
Another day of light.
I promise to embrace it anew,
As another unique and
Precious gift
From you!