Wishing Dawn

Golden tear slides through the dawn

Upon purpling cloud

And shrouds of cool silence.

I weep an endless blue sky;

The world spins about a lie.

My dreams leap about: a fawn

From gentle creak to river’s roar,

And all the myriad hills, their

Valleys that sweep before

The twisting slope of up

And down, dusk and dawn,

The tumult of my waking life.

With a graceful shout, I ride

Sweeping waves in bluing sky;

And in the land of dreaming rest

I find my solace

In the tears of my wishing dawn.