Dawn Is A Friend - Poem by Francis Brabazon
Dawn is a friend who comes to rouse the lover from grief,
And enemy, for from his pain he wants no relief.
Without separation's pain how can he be aware
Of the Beloved's presence in the perfumed air?
The deep night breathes quietly as a woman sleeping;
In the silence of it song's harvest spirit is reaping.
With the rising of the sun the world's day begins,
The day of the market and gossip - the sowing of sins.
In the daylight of the world the lover is like a fish
Hooked and thrown up on the burning sand to writhe and perish.
He longs for the ocean of night with its islands of stars,
And the white hand of his Beloved that heals the day's scars.
In the silence continues the siege of the Beloved's beauty;
And his soul's sigh steals out and goes on sentry duty.
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