Daybreak... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

O daybreak - rising daybreak my true love
Where the mountains are growing from shadows
In the flow of the light from far above
Ending the murkiness of twilight's glows

Every dream that was once in its night
Filling the corners of thoughts in the mind
Astray in their wandering tranquil flight
Where those eyes of veracity are blind

Sunshine in gold glimmer - on the horizon
With every billow of sea bright and clear
Till the night and the moon is almost gone
And new dances of living again are near
Sunup of fresh brightness creating the way
Making beautiful - yet another day!