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| 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 |
