Dawn Comes
Dawn comes – for me at least – with quiet from the roar
As storm subsides and truth abides like seashells on the shore;
Right-brain – pushed down in me – emerged now to the fore,
Thus life is new in all I do – so different from before.Death comes –col-rectal way – not from that way itself,
But from its spread to body parts more critical to health;
Spread stopped – for me, at least – another chance at life –
The focus shifts (recurrence halt) in life, for self and wife.Same me – yet different I – old ways of life stay on;
Yes, truth's on beach, but boulders there are slow to move along;
Good that – for lasting change – the kind that satisfies,
Defines the scene from who we've been, small shifts before each dies.Truth comes – in tide and storm – some lingers on the beach;
Like salt, and light, and leaven, to each culture in its reach.
Starfish – and coral, shells – add sparkle to the shore;
But steadfast ’fore the pounding surf, some rocks lie bare once more.navigation