Of all light I love best br The color of early morning gray br That grants the form of things br Beyond demands of lurid detail br br Whose moment is sanctioned br By the chorus from my father's clock br So that while dead he speaks in steady rhythms br br And while Laurie sleeps br I sit with dog upon his couch br Appreciate the candle's flickering power br And gather strength both from quiet and caffeine br To face the deepening textures br Of the coming day.