Meditation

    I envy Morning when she wears a crown
    That softly radiates her rosy light.
    I covet all the stars in Evening’s gown,
    That scatter like rose petals in the night.
    I want the pearly clouds that float by me,
    Into their secret, soft celestial bed;
    Those wondrous golden globes shine blissfully,
    When elegance and beauty become wed.
    My fervent great desire is that you know:
    This jealous heart would climb through Heaven’s floor,
    To contrast with the galaxies and show
    The vastness of a soul-- which loves you more.
    And then, if you preferred me over dawn--
    My glad, uplifted spirit could shine on.