Adam, Early in the Morning

Addapted/Inspired by: As Adam, Early in the Morning
By Walt Whitman

Adam, Early in the Morning

Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep;
Behold me where I pass — hear my voice — approach,
Touch me — touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass;
Be not afraid of my Body.
Be not afraid of the rising of my chest;
Fear not the flurry of my existence.

Rising from the womb of my thought,
Refresh’d with sleep; alive from the flight of this dawn.
Sift your thoughts Adam of mine — Feel my presence.
Know the warmth of my face upon yours — Alive.
Your face is delightful to behold — Your adoration is what I seek.
Sing what is true of this life I have given you,
Hear the breath of my soul and know it to be — Beautiful.

This darkness I have lifted,
This light I have set on fire in thee.
Bring forth your music in it’s shimmering note,
Synchronizing it’s melodious sonnet with the rising of my chest.
Your voice and mine joining the sundry carol of this intrinsic palette.

Rest now Adam of mine. Rest
The moon leaps and the darkness embraces this world I have wrapped you in.
As the light fails you and my face is hidden from your eyes,
Understand my heart for you oh Mirror of my own.
While this darkness takes the celestial canvas and wraps it in mystery,
Know that my heart for you remains — True.