Dawn Poem by Michael Ardizzone

Greeting the red dawn
she weaves a headdress of fire-
each flame is a weakness,
a flaw in the glass
curve of my right eye.

And in my left,
each flame dances
(its only life is in dancing) ,
a furnace they form together
to forget used tears.

Greeting the red dawn
the sea reflects it,
this water only rushes
with the wildness of new love,
with the force of sheer humanity.

And the sky
i see as the ultimate lens
focusing the cosmos'
endless eye on all of us.

Focusing the red dawn
into flames that dance in her hair-
that dance in my eyes-
and in their eternal movement
I am at peace.