Dawn


On a so-called cosy bed

In the shade of golden thread

I woke when dawn came trickling down

Oozing from the blueness of night

 

The hopeless draining blue

Dreams with insignificant hue

Fled in the might of hope

As a new beginning came with light

 

She strode in through the windows bare

Brimming with a honest glare

Draped in fine orange silk

Faith came in with a face so bright

 

Off the so-called cosy bed

In the shade of golden thread

I sat on her motherly lap

Within I felt a rejuvenated insight.

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