What glorious light breaks through yonder window...oh scrub that...been done already!

Soft enters the dawn into a sleeping face to rouse it from glorious dreams into the world. A face is lit seeming full of wisdom with its contours etched into smooth lines gently dappled by the radiant day. Sunshine laps the skin and warms the eyes and any face would be so beautiful should I perchance gaze on it now, but then every face is truly beautiful with the right eyes to behold it and the sun to dance across a room that beholds vistas of ice blue streams on a faraway hill clad in green against a blue sky.