Here Comes The Dawn

Here comes the Dawn –
I wonder how it’s gone for you,
For though its light
Brings our first news
Direct from where you’ve slept,
It shares no word from you except that life is good –
It’s pink and rosy tones,
Which push our night away
And wakes our sleeping town,
Speaks well of where
The Sun has been
On its slow journey 'round the globe,
As it has done long years
Before our human race
First struggled on this globe
To grasp those fragile whispers
Of a life we longed to have –
That when it ends,
Or looks that way at least,
We hope and pray that life,
For us, at least,
Will spin out for some hours,
Or days, or years, before we part.

I hear the crows –
The train mourns soulfully
As if it too where tired
From its long journey from the East.

The air is still,
As if it’s breath is held
In keen anticipation of some news
Brought by the rising Sun;
As if it knows
That somehow you’ve been held
In loving arms and gentle care,
By those who’d save your life;
As if it senses what it also knows,
That we all share an overburdened state
From strong pollutants, belched into the skies
Not killing wind, but showing it the manner of our death.

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