General Poetry posted October 17, 2020

A Reverie

The Gates of Dawn

by tfawcus

Slow sings the sky its lullaby,
a star-born sigh.
It holds me in its hallowed palm.
The air is calm,
a sanctuary from day's alarm
imbued with charm.

Through mists a mystic presence flows;
my heartbeat slows.
Inhabiting eternity,
I am set free
to pass between the gates of dawn
as if reborn.

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