When Morning Comes

When morning comes I am not vain
to see a mirror reflect of me again.

This promised moment. The apogee aspect
recalls what midnight terror has not wrecked.

We have survived the depth of thought
which scourging self has dearly bought.

And now aurora, harbinger dear, lights the sky.
We rise, to dry the night sweats and bid doubts goodbye.

~Stuart Andrew Marshall Tanner~