At break of day our Padre

Awakens and stirs me

Words and phrases exchanged

Ruminating upon this mind

The purveyor of fine intricacies,

Subtleties and non-sensicalities

Steeped in Pathos here relieved

To bathe in bathos 

At the wink of an eye upon pillow

We exchange a therapeutic peek-a-boo

With the clouded sun peeping out

Casting light round and round the garden