First Light (the skylight which appears before sunrise)

I arise before even the time of first light,
           to write my rhymes and rhythms,
                     before the dawning of light.
My mind is fresh and bright,
            and brings clear sight,
                     bringing what is near.
On the path of fear.
             so as the night,
                      remains on my plight,
I look from my Height,
              to the wing on my right,
                      ain't that out of sight.
I look to Pine St parallel,
              In  the state to which I fell
                       hearing no ringing of a bell.
To you I will not tell,
              of my sins led me into this hell,
                       but let you know, that I still do well.

(apparently the first ammendment still applies to me)