At the first sign of early morning light <br />there is something strange and incandescent <br />that is disposing of the darkest night <br />and when it is over, suddenly spent, <br />my very own eyes have got the first sight <br />of a new day that is from heaven sent <br />and everything is crystal clear and bright.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-first-sign-of-early-morning-light-sicilian-septet/
