Dawn

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Waking each day,  a coffee to drink a teacher at dawn   Meeting in the middle,
Selene goddess of the moon if she were here in present day would be known to travel the world admiring the beauty of nature in all its glory I have a feeling
  A man can learn all that he can, Can know so much he need not plan, Could see it all, across all worlds, And yet he’d be but half a man.   With sight Omnipotent he has,
I've dreamt of becoming the moon,Just for once to have the role of the,Introvert.Listening to the organisms,Of Earth.Observing.Without words to be spoken.
Dragging hearts, Falling feats, Fading art, Slowing beats, THEN Gaining vigor Moving on, Growing rigor, Finding dawn.
Words drift into Oblivion The night stretches into Morning Alarm rings into Irritation Dawn breaks into
☼ the sun peeks over the rooftops warming the sliver of horizon visible from my window city pigeons transform into morning doves silhouetted against soft yellow melting into blue  
Dawn has never been my muse Though my spring to her may disagree A slumber sweet and succulent Brings unwanted tendencies   To wake I must for day has come A friend or foe she be
  The night is growing old. Young, dewy eyes watch as the rays of morning sway. The warmth of dawn meeting with her dark lover, If only for an hour.   Soon the sky will be filled with morning gold.
 
the single streetlight, blinking
In the garden, a bird, a flowergold the edge, gold the dawn that hoversa song of summer, a tiny sparrow perchedlong upon the woody yarrow, that musky fills the aira redolent warmly breeze, brushes by the maple trees
I am awoken, not by sounds. The sun egging me on with its rays to arise.   Birds conversing, cheerful small talk. Inviting me to join the world outside.   The breeze, a mornings greeting.
Oh, the break of dawn Pure, simple beauty Peaceful, silent air
It’s 2 am in the morning
the serpent says I should
Birth of Dawn   look down, breath's thick in your mouth,  drifting out like dragonsmoke. the grass beneith your feet,  damp with the crisp kiss of false dawn.
On a wet and windy noon, I feel the rain and the pain as I run. Aware that the day will end soon, I return home after great fun.   When nights fall, I sit in my room and fear
Apples galoreCrisp fall airSunshine foreverplays with your hair. Hay mazes andPumpkin patches.Again the world whorls.Your breath catches.
Now the summer has come and gone. The school year starts like the break of dawn. On the far horizon I see its glow. What lies ahead?  I do not know. I'll find out soon, I have no doubt.
Those who don’t have Insomnia Will never truly know what it’s like It’s like never being tired It’s like being tired but not being able to sleep It’s a blessing and a curse You sit awake all night
  Life brings many pains,But better not to grieve themUntil tomorrow. Wait for dawn to sayIt is worth your tears to cryFor last night's sorrow.
Lying awake, I stare at the ceiling, Wondering if I'll ever regain any feeling.
On a clear night, I look up and think that the sidewalk would rise vertical so that I may walk all those miles to the stars and on a bright morning as the sun still nudges the horizon,
  Rejoice! A new day is dawning
Like that of a golden petal blossoming in the shade of an old oak whose petals are adorned with sapphire accent only the blessed will see but blessed are those who shall see this rare bloom this blue moon flower. My shaded Dawn.
A field Of untrimmed berries Lies in darkness; As a rust-redpickup Lumbers in, Sleep-eyed children Clutching Mommy Wait For something only they can hear. It gathers,
The ever lasting candle is what the lord provide me , except i am the light not the wax.
It has no bounds -
Fading… like the dawn, reaching out for chivalry Shivering, they lacking passionate heat, I’m billowing A bitter sweet, bit of a black sheep, while I stack these... Bars won’t hold me back from laughing, outlasting’
A waking soul of Western slumber rises Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood, Tipping over its goblet of honey, And bathing the wild in glimmered ambience. With the golden knight’s arrival, comes forth
My mind wanders to the peeling paint To the bleeding stars in the night sky My eyes scan the bland nothingness My lips murmur to the silence There's soft music in the darkness An entire concert in my ear
Do your hands move slowly  To your heart beating only  Does your mouth foam  Waiting for the chance to roam    Are you lying on the grass  Feeling young and weightless
Welcome to my world... My world will kill your fear. This world of mine is full of love, Yet emptiness is near.
Standing atop the world, Feeling the wind whirl around me, I gaze into the distance. Gradually the darkness is banished, The stars fade to the glory of the golden globe That rises high above me.
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