Aubade!

oh, deseret! 

meeting place of sunset, 

can you confirm or deny 

daybreak’s 

sweet anticipation? 

did you ever hear

a songbird's glee at that sweet division? 

oh fleeting moment... the crack

of dawn’s warm caress

upon turning embonpoint. 

oh mother

that never sleeps! 

unlike the rooster  

and ladies of the afternoon, 

follow the turning that seduced her. 

rosy finger

run towards morning light, 

sweeping away the moon

fondly remembered  

in the bosom of eyes up all night... 

look lover; through the window arch,

it is dawn in deseret!