DAWN

Sunrise pink-infused with gold

across the southern quadrant

of the eastern morning sky

paints the dark, deep shadows

of towering amethyst mountains

cradling, protecting the valleys,

still in somnolent, peaceful slumber,

while the promise of a new day

begins to flower with bright light. 

Night with all its silent longings

gently wafts away toward the west,

taking with it doubt and questions,

thoughts which circle endlessly,

leaving little more than unanswered,

unknowable reality, revealed only

with passage of time, light of day;

healing comes as quietly as the dawn,

as gently as the errant breeze.

© 1996

Spirit Eagle