Lumière du Matin

For every new beginning, there is an afterward
touch is no longer action but a place
safety now an afterthought, love more than a word
see, this is where we meet face to face.

Seeing the last of secrets passed, morning
light dispels mystery for the magik’s real
only to know doesn’t dispel belief, pouring
sunshine on what we really are, what we feel.

The morning after is when the journey really begins.


Chris Whitenack © 2014