I awake to a whole new day
the fresh air twirls within my nostrils
holds me captive
and then in the silent breath
It's gone.
There's something so magicial
that Dawn seems to yield and hold
like a song first heard
the rapture of sheer beauty
envelopes the world for a few moments
And holds all existence to its awe.
It's the way I picture her
when the morn breaks her lids
she gathers tight her form
then slowly stretches out
like the Suns rays
till she fills the bed
and my world
I see her still laden from the neither realm
opening each morning star
till they glisten bright, alive
and she smiles
Brandishing the world to her beauty
and here her song begins
like the lark and dove to the morn
her voice and soft little giggle
Awakens me to life.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph