She nudges the dark and it recedes
Like a spineless coward toward the shadows
Or does it melt, helpless and wanting beneath her touch?
She softens the horizon line
Etching the night with a pale, gauze ribbon
Pushing aside its heavy robe and kissing it with silver dew
Soundlessly, effortlessly she overtakes
The force of the deepened sky in wild exultation
For Lady Dawn waits for none; and the night can never resist her
J~
Just beautiful, Janet. Has the 'ring' of a classic poem.
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