The hawk took wing
And stretched out his flight
Soaring above the earth
As the sun was raised
Breaking the coldness.
Shivers ran through the ground
And a silent tremor
Rustled through the trees.
The sky shone vast
Like a golden sea
The hills were gleaming
As the snow faded
All the earth below him
All the sky above him.
The glory of the seas
Rippled and glinted
The sky spread blue
As the white dawn
Slip away in darkness
while I hold off the dawn
hide among the tall rocks
and our flesh is stone for now.
Running, running, hiding, weeping
Dawn is coming, light is breaking
over the crest of the valley
We watch from the mountains, from rocks
and we know time is slipping.
No! Run away! Flee far with the night,
I will hold off the dawn
I will stay here and fight
I would rather die than see morning,
fall dead here than live tomorrow,
far away.
With my arm around the candle
And my boots thumping on the ground
Though the sky is still gray
I'm still coming
Out in the dim lit earth
To see Your glory dawn.
(written when it was 6:41, in the morning, waking from a dream)
The birds start a-singing As the warm sun glows And the trees start a-leaning As the wind does blow And the grass starts a-glowing As the gold finch flutters And the bushes start a-beaming As the gray shadows dance And the flowers start a-blooming As the deer leaves its rest And the leaves start a-sparkling As the sun is looking down And the clouds start a-gathering As the dew is fare welling And the morning starts a-coming As the summer sings dawn
Smoothly, upon the wings of night eagles,
it rises,
and swiftly is carried aloft by the wind
white as stars,
it flutters
before being caught again
then, floating,
before the grey of a new dawn
the wind slows, then is gone
the eagles have vanished, for now
the moon is watching
pale, and marked,
just as this is,
this thing that gently brushes against wet grass
in front of your house
You come out in the morning,
the sun is yawning,
that early
there it is,
I wrote this with the Pride and Prejudice Dawn song in mind, so read this through a few times, then go listen to that song.
Oh, Dawn,
See how thy light of golden skyline glows
Oh Light, that over yon hill slowly grows.
Thy warming rays of softly claiming light
Pursue the swiftly fleeting mystery of night
Oh, Dawn,
See how the flowers unfold, the Sun to greet
While yet the shadows of the night retreat
Hear as birds join in the symphony of sight and sound
While always Dawn advances o’er the frozen ground
Shadows lay somber dismissing laughter
The hanging stars presently concealed
Though in eyes of the elf they still shine
He stands steady amid the field
Tireless, gazing along the path
Resting the eagerness of mind
The pale moon now comes forth
From under the blanket of dense cloud
Reflects on the bow between swift fingers
Glitters on the work of great endeavoring
Made fairly, the bow from Caras Galadhon
For use of the elves who in Lorien linger
Delicately, heaven’s gems are glittering up high,
Aglow as flames, till one by one they sputter out and die.
With all their smiles, the dark as well hath come to melt away;
Now see this countenance of joy – the coming of the day!
Breaking through the horizons
With golden rays of haze
Sparkling the dew, and glinting
Upon the waters
Sloping rain drenched plains
Casting yellow rays unto the hills
Mountains tall, shadows in morn
The sky is majestic
As the birds sing
Golden-green shines in the leaves
Forest dark is lightened by fire
And the creatures stir
The shadows blown away
The fresh winds come
The brightness blinds
As it blushes in the clouds
Something comes over dark fields
It is dawn
‘Shadows crisscross, streets do too
Like delicate web interwoven
Around these young and searching two
The pattern it does show them.
And like a forest’s trees the stone
Rises up and skyward
Through the night the day has glowed
With the rising sun’s orange fire
From where the bell’s last echo fades
Time clicks and ticks and runs away
And there the little beggar’s gone
The sweet and lovely morning: Dawn’