Philippa

Break in the sky of night a dawning.
Break in the air an early rose.
Come, draw the curtains back on morning.

None of the petting and patting and fawning
of anxious wishes, the yeses and noes.
Break in the sky of night a dawning.

Let us not lie beneath an awning
of patchwork deceit neither heart chose.
Come, draw the curtains back on morning.

Are we to yap while our souls are yawning,
struggling to rise, half comatose?
Break in the sky of night a dawning.

I sensed it happen, beyond all scorning,
our dayspring delight. Before it goes
come, draw the curtains back on morning.

Darling this is my early warning.
Let the air flower and love unclose.
Break in the sky of night a dawning.
Come, draw the curtains back on morning.