Dreamers of the dawn.

[keith]

Through amaranthine aqueducts

In complex glowing shades

The rhymes of evening slowly flow

As all around, day fades

Into a dream like entropy,

A time lapsed deja-vu

of mist lace winding whispered veils

Of grey and gold and blue.





Like long ago daguerreotypes

In browns and greens and greys,

The sunset crawls on old stone walls

Where only lonely plays

Wrapped up in their own private dance

And pictures that they’ve drawn,

In dissipating patience wait

Those dreamers of the dawn.





In snow drop peace the evening

Casts its crocus moon glow capes,

And on the sable skies above

So many different shapes,

As stars compose in their own way

A symphony of light

In sprinkled silver manuscripts

That wander through the night.





Then up the bay, across the sea

Soft fingers on the rim

And night meets day in its own way

A sort of wondrous hymn,

Sun fingers reach to quiet seas

And light the lamp of dawn

In such a quiet blessed way

A sense of being born…