The Promise of a Dawn

When the moon sings a lullaby

And thousands of twinkling stars adorn

The endless veil of the heaven

And the little sparrow

Hushes its baby to sleep

In its comfy nest of dried sun hemp

When the crickets’ harsh cries

Make the baby, asleep in the cradle

Wail for his sleeping mother

Lost in her just fantasized dream

Of wonderland and winged white horses

Taking her child to the Isle of Joy

When the frail fingers of the old widow

Touch the corners of her prayer rug

And she spreads it out to kneel before the lord

And moves her lips in a silent prayer

With each word drifting like a leaf

Drifting up to settle in God’s tree

Then, I can see the promise of a new dawn

As the warm rays of the sun hunt down

A leaf at a time, bush by bush

The soil of ground inch by inch

House by house, every surface

Till everything gets engulfed 

In a mystical orange glow. . .