Waking The Dawn Poem by Norman F. Santos

The fumbling days finally crashed
Along with the rolling waves
And shattered like the breaking tides
Where the apathetic crags stood
Like silent marks of a grave
I would finally rise
With all mustered confidence
From beneath the ocean floor
Where I hid with the light show
Of the flamboyant nights
I shall wear my best suit to enthuse
The waking dawn on the shore
A tatterdemalion suit
But still, my best
With all flamboyance I can muster
And I would run in the beach
Alone from the wakening
And shake the hands of the dawn
Though, I know how this would end
Another premature sunset.