Here Come The Dawn
Is night the passing of respite,
A little space to dream
with eyes closed and minds
Open to existing realms unseen?
Or is there wonder too
In the every day of dawning,
Close to the bosoms of awe,
A miracle of restart bringing?
Yes! the dawn is worth the hope,
The chance to continue or,
To delete and start again,
The inspiration of plan-to-make,
Of futures to carve out,
Dreams to sketch a blueprint,
Of ways forward to future,
Dare to give to today a hint.
That startup time, that nuance
Of newness, is the dawn we await
With its silent preface;
Then patterns of birdsongs, to
Fillow on the heels to blue sky,
Where clouds quietly drifting,
All embracing coverage,
And morning moon fading.
The twinkling of night,
The shadows and silhouettes,
The neon flashes,
All must kowtow to the transience
Of dawn;
The middling phase of; its here,
See? a new day.
It has come from no where.
© gillena cox 2024
