Daybreak

Daybreak So cold the night, like dead man’s hands, Alone the weary watchman stands cloak wrapped against the scything breeze, His salt burned eyes cast to the seas. Charts, geometric instruments, In Illuminated casements, All glint and gleam by candlelight, Dancing devils in darkest night. Useless tools for starless skies adrift and blind until sunrise, The crew uneasy, standing too, Awaiting dawns first signs of blue. Then, with a hint of indigo, Heavens wide edge begins to glow, Slowly, nights darkly shade rolls back, Bright gold expelling deepest black. Our spirits rise to greet the dawn as details of the world, redrawn, by the rising fiery lord of light, Appear to our returning sight.