Dawn so silent for me
in its magical overture
the first music to my ears
but my mind is often quelled

Late nights and old movies
and the tosses and turns of sleep
preparing me for a catch-up day
doom is often spelled

Those buzzing predators
I hear their complaints
for I offer not to feed them
with my morning’s somnolent wake

But they remind me
of the magic of sunrise
as I learn of the long dark shadows
and earlier walks by the dew drop lake

The light is strange and misty
clearing as the minutes turn
leaving Gothic town of my dreams
where the oldest memories burn

Another day has come
and a lesson I have learned
there enters within me a new encounter
and the love I am now to yearn