Colin Drake - Dawnsong

art Mahmoud Farshchian



The glorious sunrise,
And new day,
The Beloved arising.

The dawn chorus,
Enriching the silence,
A hymn to The Beloved.

The inspiring words,
That I am reading,
The Beloved whispering.

The gentle breeze,
Cooling my face,
The caresses of The Beloved .

The exotic fragrance
Of frangipani,
The Beloved's perfume.

The taste of honey,
In morning coffee,
The sweetness of The Beloved.

The ruddy sphere,
Rising from the ocean
The Beloved radiating.

The azure blue,
Of the heavens,
The colour of Her eyes.

The lacy clouds,
Scudding across the sky,
The Beloved exhaling.

The verdant green,
Of hills and forest,
The garden of The Beloved .

The sun-shower,
That astonishes,
The Beloved splashing.

The diaphanous rainbow,
A luminous necklace,
Bejeweling The Beloved.

The golden glow,
All around,
The Beloved beaming.

The enveloping warmth,
Of early sunshine,
The embrace of the Beloved.

 This doggerel,
An attempt at,
A tribute to The Beloved.

All that is,
Including the writer,
The Beloved. 

 

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