At Dawn
The dawn is right for dying
when the garden glistens in the dew,
or frosty hung with ice.
It matters not the time of year,
but dying is right for the dawn,
the beginning of a day.
No matter how death comes,
or on which day of life,
but it needs to come at dawn.
Let the fog of sleep surround
and still your heart
just at dawn.
Then awake to that new day
beyond this mortal world
to see with fresh eyes the dawn.
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