The dawn awakens the imagination
With light touch, soft songs, whispers
Through the veil of mist and light
A cooling softness edged with knowing
The touch of light on the horizon suggests
Nothing stays for certain in this world
It swirls and changed and whirls around
Us never fully revealing all we could
Know gently, particularly new each day
And we either dance with the mystery
Or harden ourselves off to its touch
Firmly saying it is illusion we can control
Staying attuned costs us the realization
We are remade everyday into what may be