Poem for Michael
"Daybreak"
Dark is the light that bows before the dawn,
yet it grows still brighter by the breath,
and more it shows each second.
Daylight waxes full and soon reveals
the destined, hoped-for
death of night.
Tears dry up and vanish like echoes,
as day resounds through reddish-dappled skies,
and sunrise grants
its glory promised.
A growing sunglow surrounds
the towns with striking
light-stained colors.
Hillsides, houses and even up-reaching skylines
shine anew
held close
in morning's tender hands.
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