Dawn

By: Josh J McCarty

When, sometimes,
In the great fallacy of Life,
Dawn breaks...
Dawn, with her beautiful face.
Radiant in the splendor of her wake.
Vanquishing shadows,
Vanquishing doubts.
The giver of Hope.
The personifier of Dreams.
Passively thus;
I have met the Dawn.
Awestruck, timid,
And mirthlessly giddy,
I stood before her.
Like a Banshee at night,
Wailing for pity,
So my Life was.
Oh! But Dawn has come!
The dark path I had trod -
- is no longer.
Dissapated by the sheer radiance.

You are my Dawn.
My peace, my hopes.
My Dreams.
No thought of nights before.
But of nights to come.
And the Dawn that follows.