You who uncover the morning

and distribute it about the fields,

place it upon the faces of daises

and dew laden lips of roses

while entering the rooms

of every temperament

that creases a pillow,

preacher of brightness

that uplifts nighttime's veil

to ease us

with a warm, comforting touch

and caresses our lives

amid slender yellow fronds,

wishing us welcome

to begin each day

in an optimistic manner.

— Michael Keshigian

Is there anything more inspiring

in your life

or more wonderful

than the way the moon,

every evening,

relaxed and confident,

emerges from behind the horizon,

floats onto the stage

for an encore performance,

dances between the clouds,

spinning around the hills,

how it unselfishly highlights

the rumpled sea

or slender trees,

then perches atop the dome

in the midnight chill,

earnestly illuminating the darkness,

and how it glides down

the sparkling slide of stars

into the light every morning

to enter the other side of the world,

a pale ship

rowing upon the heavenly current

on a tranquil Spring evening,

its wide face

imploring your attention,

invading you heart with such abandon

you become replete with pleasure

as it enriches your psyche

and you stand there

empty handed

in need of so little?

— Michael Keshigian