The slow dawn

Far distant horizons call out to me,
Speaking in tongues that
Are lost for ever
Slowly like pilgrims they come
Trekking over the pass as
Weary travelers
Traveling from lands that are far dreamt

Lands where the dawn rose slow
And the music paved,
The angel song
Awoke from deep slumber
And I stood there
Amaz’d that…
A path unknown to mortal eyes
Closed yet awake to the dwelling on high…
And then they saw the dwelling
Down in the valley
Steeped in cloudy mists
As mists that are dreamt
But then lost when awoke

And then I saw the travelers
Mixing in the song of the
Dawn that arose yet slow
And then the sun arose o’er the vales
Shimmering slow in its intent

Spread its first born rays out till
The land rejoiced
In the dawn that had
Given what sleep nights
Had taken away.