Lightly Sits The Dawn Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lightly sits the dawn of day, upon my sleeping brow.

Soaking the moonlit rays in with every breath of
light.

Soundly looking forward to the horizons of life,
possessing the knowledge of darkened wisdom, turning
slowly, the radiant sound of life into reasoning.

Wherever the eye befalls, the mind has already been
there, analyzing soft bits of wisdom thrown around
by unkempt mysterious beings.

Jumping quickly, finding, yet searching, the abyss
of life as all who live know it.