Sometimes,
the dawn moves the blanket of night away in quietude.
Sometimes un-seen.
Sometimes she is enthroned in glory.
Says glory is in the hands of another world.
From beyond she turns her spectrum of colour,
her shades of luminosity into magnificence.
Un-catchable on a canvas.
Me watches.
Is captivated.
Bows down.
Can not explain the how or why of her.
Can only say thanks.
Stand in silence.
Be in gratitude while she so magnificently
heralds in the dawning of a day.
She carries me
to sit with her in the blood of being.
A new day is born.
New Day Born
January 28. 2013 ©