Dawn: a ghazal
Dawn, a ghazal
Darkness fell away before the dawn,
Letting gentle rays restore the dawn.
The birds of morning shook off the dew
And sang their songs to adore the dawn.
In semi-sleep, eyes barely open,
My first thoughts were to abhor the dawn.
But the glory of the morning sky
Grew and I could not ignore the dawn.
In sober flight my heart reached for it,
Draped it on my soul and wore the dawn.