Dawn

Deep in the dark quiet night I hear you stirring.
The first call of birds before the dawn.
The clear cool passage of the night wind ripples through the grass.
Shadows slowly creep down into secret places to hide from the coming of their Lord.

With the ardor of the mighty you slash the sky with exquisite flame.
A thousand fragments are torn from my heart by beauties blow.
A shattered mirror to catch that ray in worship of you.
Each shard holds the face of the other in an endless net of light.

I kneel down in the dew and become a weeping of joy.
Baggage falls from my hands.
No mirror now, only dust, scattered in the wind.
No one, gladly weeping beneath the rising of the Sun.