Dawn

Waxing, glowing shafts of light filter
Neath a crimson eastern sky, blood red
As holly berry, rays of gold unfettered
From creeping clouds and the mystic gate
Of golden rising waves, heralded
By the melodic symphony of lark and wren,
A message of the gods
Moving light gives a sign of hope
Reflected in a million shining mirrors
Of a carpet of dew on emerald blade of quivering grass
The new days gift of pale mist
Lit by the radiant splendour of the morning star;
The Lord reborn.
At the break of day my spirit is free
Morning lets down her locks flowing
Sweeping away the retreating night.