Daylight Sparrow

by Samuel De Lemos

Sing early bird, whose
name I do not know.

Your sweet caressing song
arouses my slothful soul,

Your reverent early
melodies stir me out
of my deepest despair.

Whilst still dark
outside you herald
the dawns golden glow.

awake, awake my soul to
the sound of one more
precious day, and

let yesterday’s
melancholy be
chased far, far away.

as the morning chases
the solemn night
across the
San Francisco bay.

My weary limbs
anticipates you,
daylight sparrow.

And the soft
rustling of
beechwood leafs

that softly
accompanies your
full-throttled song.