Dawn's Discretion
Why hast thou oh white night
given self to infliction of pain?
Reverently you seek the inner sanctum
of divinity's last reign-
Greatness inscribed on vastness of
bloodless discretion-
Where is the garden of yesterday's feast
of golden friends?
Hath the dawn of rebirth silent and demure
given naught to fates decree-
I live yet to die
but death is but a dream
on the sea of remorse
Each day silver raindrop tears
sheltered by the crystalline knowledge
of you-
So I am given to memories
and my last dance
a chance to light the path
of golden conception
through which the door
of all my yesterdays
give way to new life
Have you been born yet?
Are you alive?
This poem was written and inspired by (E. E.) Cummings who is one of my all time favorite
poets. He invokes not just the mind but the spirit of all those who read his writings
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