Dawn

Morning

The sun sliced by a sliver of silver,
Glowed with the coming of dawn.
Touched by the lilting song
Of birds welcoming a new morn,
The sun started it’s day
Giving off vibrant rays.
The little boat
Touched by the gold
Of the bright sun
On the river front
Made ripples in the wave
That run and that shake.
Perhaps, a lady of the lake
Will rise in it’s wake
And shimmering with light,
Will swoop up and take flight.
Hidden by a cloud, she will fly
Beyond the reaches of our eyes
To an infinity beyond the skies.