WHEN COMES THE DAWN

THE WORLD AWAKENING NEVER FAILS TO MOVE ME.

 

WHEN COMES THE DAWN

Fingers of light, with furtive serpentine grace, sidle across the wall,

slowly revealing the Morn, a movie soundtrack of songbird call

as another day is born.

Sleep with her opioid touch, freed by night, anoints all who draw breath,

with a seductive slumber, healing body and mind between life and death,

by motion unencumbered.

Yet when comes the dawn , will this sweet insentient gift be rendered vain

compared to what awaits , new day excitement and what it might contain,

the will to rise it creates.

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