Early in the morning

Early in the morning
Early in the morning in one of the
Earth gasped morning
back of my neck. its breath
I woke up to the sound.
The night was cold,
and I felt the bones
over weight.
Wisdom it had landed
upon my soul, still
I was the loneliest night.
Frost only in the corners
makes a noise, I was ready to
cold wind embrace.

Even when,
the enemy sleeps,
flutter snoring.
Then free
all the shackles be allowed.
Oh, for a while to take off her veil,
and the second with joy
dancing with mother earth.