When dawn, that breaking of the dark, comes
By Galadnilien

When dawn, that breaking of the dark, comes
greyness peaks into morning and the fading gems of twilight pale
The moon light shadow vanishes with the rushing color of daybreak
The night time clouds of heaven blaze with purple and flame
All in the silence of the sighing wind, rustling of leaves.
Bats leave in the darkness, and the frost turns to dew
on the fragrant grass still littered with the past years leaves.
And with the sundering from night, day unfolds as never before and always,
time standing on the brink of peaceful slumber and running joyful to day.