Poem 34: Mornings Tower

show me mornings tower
prism built, night washed
dawn held and waiting.
help me climb, mornings tower
for I am lame and sleeping late
have awakened
after the Lords of Mid-Heaven
have dismantled the tower.
leaving me the riddle
of one more endless day.
but my father has given me
tomorrow, another tower
be a watchman
let me only sleep the night
be a friend
take me to the tower
be a brother
stand me in its light
be a master
teach me to climb

for my father is the morning
and my father is the tower

and he would have me near.