Lantern of Dawn

Lantern of Dawn

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The night exhales its final sigh,

stars retreat into the folds of the sky.

A silver hush, a tender flame,

the world awakens without a name.

The trees lean close, their branches still,

a bird rehearses its fragile trill.

The horizon bends, reflecting gold,

as daybreak’s lantern takes its hold.

And in this light,

both the dawn and the fading night.

A keeper of balance, a gentle song,

a space where all the mornings belong.

Jenny Pearl