Gates Of Dawn
Sweet singing bird, land on my palm
when my feet grazes the morning's path.
While the sunlight seeps into my eyes,
this realm seems to fly before my soul.
Hear the angels of light rise,
the awakening of a new day in their hands.
Fantasies of the mind are carried by the wind,
how I long for a realm as pure as Eden.
My steps sway at the edge of a cliff,
as the chirping of robins fill the sky.
And when the gates of dawn swing open,
I enter it without hesitation.
