Dawn

The morning sun brings the birth of emotion
Dew glistens on the grass of a newly born spring day
I sit in a field staring with enthusiasm as the new day is born

Looking back to the days behind me
I stand and wonder what will this day bring?
The coming of dawn, the hope of the day
I look inside to see what has become of my heart
Lightened hearts encourage the laughter of love

Starry skies escape with the birth of dawn
Darkest night give birth to glorious mornings
Reach for my heart, embrace my soul




© 1998, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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