A New Dawn

Written by: Celeste Butler-Mendez

In the drowse, a blinking street lamp 
watchful eye of sort. 
Once half seen flame, the beacon flickers 
amidst the cobbled slumber. 
Awakened by one ray of hope, 
the sleeping nation rose. 
In perfumed glory, freedom rang, 
undreamt, their dreams emerged 
to light the New Dawn brightest on 
not red, not white, not blue, 
but on the Lady's shadowed grace 
to witness shore to shore. 
And as my trembling hand embraced 
the light that once seemed dim, 
I wiped a sea of tears away 
having lived to see this day.