Wait not the rise of dawn,
for it waits not for you
no amount of glib or fawn
hold it back, ever can or do
Dawn, arrived on the heels of night
her frock was that of black and white
a light cloak of chiffon broke the dawn
her hair the color of a fawn
her arrival sent blackest night
into the caverns of fright
where nightmares reign with
sheer delight, holding secrets
clothed in blackest caves
ne’er to see the light of day.
Dawn, the mistress of the day
held her head high soaking in
light’s ray, and with the dew fairies
did play, until the heat drove them away.
Soaring Feather