Dawn
DawnOne never knows what the dawn may bring
Faithfully adorned with reds and yellows
She cuts through the darkness of recent history like a well muscled hero;
heroically incessant, never abandoning her desire to illuminate.
Her middle name is hope, her nick name, WAIT & SEE
Trails of the dead are but water marks on a blank page now
Broad daylight will bleach it bright
As if it just came off the stationers shelf
I will breath it in
Winds of chance and circumstance
will you sit by me?
An eagles heart awaits your draft
I heard someone say, "The harder I work, the luckier I get!"
If I should sell as many books as he
I guess I'm lucky too.
The dawn I see, has it's agenda
Invested in kind ... one for you,
and one for me.
Brief our hearts for mornings flight
Give us tarmac 'neath our feet
To know we're baptized in a rainbow
And that it smiles for all to see
We'd have done with tears of sadness;
Free to live for what can be
Blow winds of chance and circumstance
Your hope's relinquished all prepared
and your maker is a lover
Whose presence can be shared
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