Dawn (2)

 With a contented sigh darkness passes

 Rolling over the edge of the landscape

 Sleep follows yawning, clinging to his shirttails

 For the sleepless, long lonely hours are over

 Dawn has come at last

 

 Peering distantly over far horizons

 Peeping intimately through cracks

 Playful fingers reaching through curtain threads

 Distinctive fingerprints in floating dust fragments

 Dawn gently claims us for the day

 

 Tender light on morning eyes

 Cobwebs brushed aside

 Curtains flung wide to scatter gold across cold floor

 Treetops tentative twittering bursts to full blown song

 Dawn has come

 Day has come

 Again we live in light

 And everything is blessed

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Dhaka 2013

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