A new Life

Dawn, like the blissful awakening
Slowly spreading its sleepy tendrils
Through the land,
Encompassing it in the evanescent glory
Of the knowledge…

Then futile like disappearing
Lost forever… never to be found again
Except for those who dream…
For dawn does indeed visit
To those who will see
And know
The ephemeral beauty
Of seeing nature awakening
To embrace man…

And then,
It fades like a dream,
Like slow ashes, crumbling
Disappearing into the melted snow,
Never to be found again…
Blown away by a wind
Carrying lost hopes from
The far off lands… combining
Like a painter’s palette…
Interwoven….

And I wonder,
Would it be possible…?
To recreate that dawn…?
To recreate a…
New Life?