The Coming of the Dawn.

a poem by Dwayne Leon Rankin, USA - poetry writer, author, poet



Within the eve, with stars agleam;
Soft, so soft that time of year.
But when the end of night, ‘twould seem,
The skies above then start to clear.
.......Then softly, ever softly flows;
.......A light from yonder eastern sky.
.......And softly then the light, it grows;
.......And shows to all where wonders lie.

For ‘tis the coming of the dawn;
That brings to light those glories found.
For ‘tis right then ‘cross field and lawn;
The brilliance then shines all round.
.......Across the mountain’s granite walls;
.......Across the valleys far below.
.......Then through, on past those wooded halls,
.......Where sparkling waters swiftly flow.

For morning now is here this day;
And gone now is the dark seen night.
The sun now comes on out to play;
The moon, the stars now hid from sight.
.......Then as the night then fades away;
.......The birds, their songs, they sing anew.
.......The sky goes then from black to gray;
.......And then into a bright seen blue.

Their songs, to all the world, they bring
As overhead the morn doth break.
And then ‘tis heard, they songs they sing.
As, all the world, then comes awake.
.......And as the sun, then higher, climbs;
.......The gentle breezes blow on through.
.......The Poet sits and smiling, rhymes,
.......For all the wonders that accrue.

But then too soon, the daylight wends,
And then the light; it slowly wans.
And then the light, it fades; then ends;
It fall into those western lands.
.......The moon, once more comes into sight,
.......As nighttime then returns again.
.......The stars all then, they shine out bright;
.......As through the darkened night they wend.

The shadows then come out to play;
Brought by the moon and stars; their glow.
The glow that down from heaven’s stray;
Down onto the earth below.
.......Across the lawns and fields found;
.......‘Cross mountains tall; those granite walls.
.......In shadows now, they all are bound;
.......The trees as well, those wooded halls.

For now within the world doth reign;
A nighttime place of restful peace.
And quiet now, the country lane;
As darkness now, it doth hold lease.
.......No sound is heard but for the breeze,
.......That flows then through the summer flowers.
.......That blows on through the rustling trees;
.......Heard within those tranquil hours.

‘Tis faint then heard each quiet strain,
Within the dark that covers all.
And soft those hours when night do reign.
Within that dim lit shadowed shawl.
.......But then it comes when night is done.
.......When moon and stars, their glories, hide.
.......For once again, then comes the sun;
.......With the coming of the dawn.

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