Emerging in the sleeping dew
with softened morning light,
are you among the sable fringe
casting forth your bright?
Walking on the air of day
with wisps of gleaming kismet,
are you sprite or angel summoned
without claim to coquette?
I comfort your implied embrace,
the smile you offer as you roam,
the auric presence you have shared
lives inside this poem.
Taps and Ratamacues 
Wow! Splendid! ☺️
Thank you
Simply brilliant!
Thank you.