THE DAWN

THE DAWN

Traces of gilding the dawn light
Allow this view has
The procession as it could in
The world reborn every day,
And I'm likely to be new
The hours that truly show
Maybe new course or direction
After so much pain to numb,
Spurious mornings, nights vain
Now when I miss these mornings
Exposing the best that there is
And so is perceived insanity,
That when the immense light invades the earth,
Even the poetry in me unravels.....

MARCOS LOURES