Whispers of Dawn
I see the light of the morning dawn
Rising across the mountains of emerald
Daylight comes, cutting through the
Silence, whispering a caress across
A azure sky which beckons to the heart
To listen and feel the grace that appears
With the fluid, humble touch of
Hope filling the morning’s ambiance
Hues of heavenly sapphire and cerulean
Misting the ridges with impressions of
Stillness found in the voice of One who
Rides on clouds of harmony, keeping
Serenity awake and alive within the soul
Who knows what it is to breathe in feelings
Of musical notes shaded by the painter’s
Brush, which touches down on the surface
Of pulsations which long to break free from
Melancholy and sigh softly through the breeze
Which answers the sun’s dance along the
Raptures with a creative gesture from the
Pen who feels so strongly it erases the night
As sunshine erases the moon’s glow and reaches
Down with a touch of pure hope that knows
God lives in the heart who knows that this sun
Is merely one more echoing reflection from the
One who looks down on souls with the assurance
That this day will give back gentle colors of love
Lingering on the surface of a beginning for the
Day which reaches out to destiny with faith!
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