Dawn

A small piece of poetry

The Dawn

In the hours before the beauty of dawn
Mind and heart whisper in the soul
Thoughts, a silvered swan winging
Rents wrought of betrayal and pain fused

Forgiveness and mercy so close akin
Unable to be bought, bartered, or granted
Obliterating doubt in the force of love
Shining beams of hot beckoning hope

A tide of unintended devotion sluices
Drenching, quenching easing the parching thirst
Springing from the deepest pool within
Refreshing, restoring, renewal of promise

Emotional wreckage, salvaged and salved
Shattered dreams blissfully re-imagined
Tears shed diamonds, unshed evaporated
Happiness brimming speaking healing.