Daybreak

Desire is held in noble dream, inspired by the silence of night, Willed to the merciless cold of senility, in a chill of evening darkness... Our hands reach out to the perilous sky to catch a moon so still, In the breadth of stars no dawn entombs us, as we cry for tomorrow rise For the moon instills no shadow, nor rays that grace the dawn, Nor buds of grass that silent grow where sincerity is born; Like the simple sign of our quick decent into thoughts beyond the night Or things obscured by spoken words, when a cooler breeze arrives Come oh sun in solitude, rise children from their sleep, Allow that that gives a faithful clue, to bid the night farewell, Listen the call of a mockingbird, note lines on sincerity, And caresses the daybreak with its early beams of light By M.Norton