The Dawn

Time beats its pulsating drum. 

Its urgent, unyielding way.

Building, pushing, eager. 

Racing to meet the dawn of Day.

And breaking full upon its crest,

Night winds from lower ranks rise.

Fierce, full, determined.

Surging in relentless tides

They engage, the two. 

Entwining as they blend.

Crashing, falling, enmeshed.

Careening to a lover’s end.  

Bursting from their tangled hold

The New, the Day, the Sun ends Night.

‘Twas Love, it is, and will ever be

Transforming Darkness into Light.