A New Dawn

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.