The Dawn

September 15, 2014

I knew her once in olden times

When stars had just begun to flame

I chanted odes upon her name

In sun-bright worlds, in gentler climes.

Where is she now the heart would know

When the soul of me is lost and lone

And yet I sense she has not gone

For in my dreams to her I go.

The senselessness of warring days

Seems to eclipse the new-born light

But those blessed with the inner sight

Live in wonder, kneel in praise.

They see what our unsighted eyes

Or minds by ego-sated greed,

The flower bursting from the seed,

The dawn that fills with joy the skies.