Breaking Dawns Poem by Erin Cowart

A bird sings outside my window
I listen to her song
Of creation

I feel the air moving through the tress
And through me
Lightly raining kisses on my skin
And where they fall, an electric tingle remains

The morning sky is dark
And full of stars still
Soon it will be light
And the bird sings for the coming dawn

I will sing my song
Raise my voice with hers
Good morning world
I recognize myself in you
I greet you softly

Like first breaths
Last laughs
Undiscovered beauties

Like sacred dyings
Holy contemplations
Autumn walks
And leaves falling

All this singing is too much
All this world is too much
For such a heart as this
For such a moment as this

Breaking dawns always end too soon