Sunrise...

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Sunrise

Jan 12 8:45pm

Swiftly it strikes

A sword of pure light 

Orange, red, burnished gold

As it fragments the  night...

Night of fevered dreams...

First nudged , then awakened.

Out of slumbered reveries,

Old and young souls shaken!

At first a blushing red,

As the new bride flushed!

Soon burning boldly white,

Time's white charger rushed!!

Urgent, urging is its call,

For deeds urging, more urgent still!

Fresh lands to plough, to nurture,

Fresh minds to fire, fresh loves to till!

And the hard taskmaster dawn,

A searing, burning example sets!

As sparing not it's life, it's soul...

It pays to night it's untold debts!

So through the day it guards,

Time's ever ceaseless flight!

Waxing, waning, yet ceasing not...

To be the source of light!!

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