Delicate dancer of the dawn, descending with grace, carrying hopes of harmony, yet never a trace of war's sound.

I arrive unseen, yet I’m hard to ignore, I trail soft memories you’ve felt before. I cling to napes and drift through a room, What am I, diffused and worn like a bloom?

Those who don't have me would like me Those who have me do not For to have me is to be lost To not is to be fraught It to be clapped in irons Or to be trapped in your thought I can not be held But I can sometimes be bough

It's what comes after To think otherwise merits laughter Not before, and definitely not pre That almost gives it away, wouldn't you agree?

My first is the antonym of heavy. My last another word for dwelling. Together I'm a tower with a panoramic view.