I wake up with a blushing Dawn; <br />Apollo’s lover in the morn; <br />The morning sky is painted red; <br />As she lies recoiled in bed. <br />Oh, how she flees the brazen light! <br />She melts away without a fight! <br /> <br />She streaks the sky in glowing pink: <br />The early riser’s pleasure drink; <br />She dresses in the sheerest voile, <br />While keeping passions on the boil. <br />And her daughters Day and Night, <br />Follow her with much delight; <br />Most earthly crimes happen when <br />The daughters are busy mooching men; <br />Dost thy daughters have no shame, <br />That they sully thy good name? <br /> <br />And thus I see her every day, <br />Like watching Nature’s grandest play. <br />And sometimes when I’m fast asleep, <br />She nips my pillow with a sweep! <br /> <br /> <br />14th May 2009 <br />Copyright © SC<br /><br />Subroto Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dawn-61/
