Dawn

Dawn

When the spark of morning's fire meets the darkness of the night;

When red and orange flood over and with gold it wins the fight.

It pushes back the darkness, that deep blue-purple sea,

Clouds the color empty, a grisly guarantee.

But there's something you don't notice, unless you look real close;

Underneath the darkness lies a blanket made of hope.

Where creatures lie in hiding until the sweet approach of light,

cause nothing will detour it, not even dead of night.