Mornings are getting lighter
As spring approaches
Bringing lantern sun
gleaming off her azure cloak
To peel back secretive night
Revealing all the invisible things
Done in the pre-dawn dark
Sent scuttling into black crevices
To hide from the bright skies
And all the witnessing eyes
More comfortable in blackness
Blind and pale beneath the earth
Away from any soothing warmth
That might stir the heart to beat
Awakening courage that lay dormant
In the grasping, straight-jacket silence.