My heart does not fear

My heart does not fear the break of day anymore. It is as though the bottom cannot cave in any further. For to sink there must be a cavity within my bosom, that which is filled by the love of day. The blue after the inky black of the night yonder dissolves away into the white clouds. The bird chirrups in its warm nest protected against the arctic winds that blow the snow over it. Here with my book open to Paradise Lost I may as well hope to revive Milton from his grave. Perhaps after opening his eyes to this new day he might rest peacefully in his grave, back in to the heavens were his place everlasting is, for he enlightened man with his wise word well wrought.