Another Dawn

Then whistling strands went silent And cries bled out the ground Hushed over earthen weeping And golden fields were drowned. In tears of quiet, silence Sounds out the nothing drum Beats thrums of peaceful sleepers A voiceless, ashen hum. Tears of quiet dried to rust Lit up by morning glow Picked off, a surface crust The under-flesh to show Un-scabbed earth with silver vines Unearthed new ground rubbed raw To house embedded saplings And see another dawn.