The Dawn

When night surrenders its cover of darkness
And heavy grey clouds stretch and spread
Leaving thinly veined traces in their stead

...My voice will call you out one last time.

The damp and chilly air will fog before me;

A syllable for each puff like a token of departure-

Natures embodiment of my resignation

Signed by a final goodbye whispered into the glowing horizon.

The Sun will slowly inch up

To greet the dark hues of blue

Setting the sky aflame

And muting the twinkling dots into day.

And just like the night surrendering its final hour,

So too will I set aside my fear and remorse;

Having laid down my weapons, allowing wisdom to take its course.