Let me your long sleep intrude like the first 

Ray of light that sunders the dark of night;

Let me whisper in your ear like the first

Birdsong that greets the dawning of the day;

Hardly harbinger of the scorching Sun,

Or the full melody of enchantment,

I am yet  as intensely made and done

As the bird and sun of timely portent;

I am the inner voice, alter ego,

The quiet, intrinsic part of the soul,

The quintessence of life never expunged,

Ever pointing of the path to your goal;

Heed me, but well in your meandering,

Oh, wandering self, away from the ways

Set within your earthly scope, and wandering

Still, find me beyond fear, beyond hope!

 

From The Unsung Log by Ronnie Patel (Copyright Ronnie Patel 2007)