(I’d prefer to skip) The Crack of Dawn


I’ve sought the crack of dawn, and it’s not there.
Dawn always seems to rise without a sound.
It very slowly helps us to prepare
The moment when the sun will wheel around.

Great Earth and Heaven join to the set the time.
And when it finally beams above the trees
Or where the waiting sky meets waiting seas,
It melts the mark of their horizon line.

The only crack I find is after dawn,
When, over-slept, I’m startled by my sight.
But I’d prefer to wake before I’m waked.
To greet the dawning day with all my might.

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