“Dawn's faint breathbreathes with your mouthat the ends of empty streets.Gray light your eyes,sweet drops of dawnon dark hills.Your steps and breathlike the wind of dawnsmother houses.The city shudders,Stones exhale—you are life, an awakening.Star lostin the light of dawn,trill of the breeze,warmth, breath—the night is done.You are light and morning.”
“Each morning, when you awaken, promise the dawn that you'll keep your heart as light as a feather. Commit again each night at sunset.”
“The blackest night must end in dawn, the light dispel the dreamer's fear.”
“They say night's beauties fade at dawn, and the children of wine are oft disowned in the morning light.”
“On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light.”
“Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.”