thelastromantic
11-14-2006, 03:47 AM
Dawn rises with no arrogance
Shy in her new dress.
And calls in soft low tones
To waken the colours of contoured scenes.
Gentle does Dawn touch down
Fingers of misty sense
Stroking dew's tears away
And whispers a tune for flowers to dance.
Pastel light is the accent of dawn
No aggressive red streaks
Speaks the scent of Flora
Coaxing the sleep from dreaming roses.
Sweet dawn, Night's young sister
Day's early child-bride
Never jealous in his witness
As Dawn tenderly kisses all humanity's cheek
Shy in her new dress.
And calls in soft low tones
To waken the colours of contoured scenes.
Gentle does Dawn touch down
Fingers of misty sense
Stroking dew's tears away
And whispers a tune for flowers to dance.
Pastel light is the accent of dawn
No aggressive red streaks
Speaks the scent of Flora
Coaxing the sleep from dreaming roses.
Sweet dawn, Night's young sister
Day's early child-bride
Never jealous in his witness
As Dawn tenderly kisses all humanity's cheek