night travel

[cacian]

as I travelled
through the night
i could feel the morning light
it was possible
again
to imagine
the remain
I could not
envisage haste
I was simply
raving pace
to predict a
future sense

it was enchanting
to play
a little longer
with the day
right ahead
a morning tale
was about to
cast a say
and
as I travelled through
the night
I felt
magic shaping
grace
something was about
to brace a picture
gold dawn ever raised