Dawn

Mists from Dawn on The Suwannee River

The mists from Dawn slowly rise Showing our eyes, for once, the beauty of the Day. The mists from Dawn leave a sheen so bright, So as to replace the dullness left from the Eve. A time seemingly lost in the bitterness of the night. The mists from Dawn though beautiful in the sun, May lead you astray in the coming days. Our eyes are attune to the differences in our lives, What was once frozen – captured by love, Is now free – a spirit laden with the only Key to our hearts. The mists from Dawn, slowly rise. Our sights overwhelmed by the coming light That is to be the day. Beautiful dawn. March 14, 1986