Dawn's Reflection

I wonder, How far she feels from home; How utterly isolate: Estranged, alone. Time has hurried its awakening. Behind her eyes, the lights of a new horizon Water fields of the most fertile and high freedom. The dawn of wisdom breaks the dark of night. I feel her True, undiscovered Self... Eclipsing the Masks bestowed in labor... Dissolving imagined darkness... Enshrouded in radiant luminance. She is a fire... A dazzling, enamoring Sun Who, maybe, can only see Her light by Moon’s reflection.