Dawn

Dead shadows dance in the night

yearning for the dawn;

Cold and forgotten walking scars,

drained by decay,

wasted by time,

stretch out,

hungered and blurred,

to a spark ignited,

climbing,

rising from the ground.

From the lost

fallen depths,

rays of hope entwine in the sky,

kissing the hills,

breathing new life

and wonders layered in light;

Naked with joy, a new day,

A new world is born.