light emerging
Dawn, your promises of 
all of those things which are new
colors banish the dark 
in your clear piercing gaze 
glowing shards that cut through me
and the sun that ascends 
this horizon still longing for light
flames of crimson and gold
you'll unfurl carmine wings in a sky 
taking flight into sleep's cobalt blue
you whose sight will return
waves of life rushing yet to my soul
your warm touch the caress of the one
who will find me still cold and alone
just the way dusk had left me
over a long night ago
Jon Bohrn (1998)



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Times of the Day: Daybreak -- Alphonse Mucha, 1899

"Times of the Day: Daybreak"; Alphonse Mucha 1899