Dawn has come,
O’er the fields of hay.
As heady as golden rum,
Is the clear light of day.
...
The wind sighs
As the seraphim falls
The stars cry
And the world grows small
...
Sitting, waiting
Pen in hand
What am I making
In this far away land?
...
You say you listen but you never do
You’re never there when I need you.
You’re listening to music, chilling in your room
Thinking all the thoughts you think of the worlds impending doom
...
You sit at your bedroom window
Watching the open sky
You never see what is below
Do you wonder why?
...
Hey, For me poetry, music, and just plain old writing are ways to let my heart express itself without the neccesity of verbalising. In other words, what i write is what I'm feeling. Sarah)
Dawn Has Come
Dawn has come,
O’er the fields of hay.
As heady as golden rum,
Is the clear light of day.
It sings of the breeze
And sweet meadow flowers
Of the cold briny sea
And all of Nature’s power
Ah the sunlight
Seeping o’er the grass
You speak of untold might
Of times to come and those long past
But now the daylight fades,
Though I wish it would last forever.
Painting gold the heads of maize
Always the winds sweet lover.