At the Coming of Dawn

At the coming of dawn
The day seems far from nightmare stars,
A gradual illumination,
Of sunrise sparkling through the trees.

Torn from the night that cried,
Tearful dreams, wanting to be rescued,
Before the adventure softly died,
And only fantasy enters the abyss inside.

Our broken sleep takes a final look,
As the horizon eclipse the coming of dawn,
Gray shadows no longer spook,
When darkness is transformed.  

The morning light appear everywhere
Taking careful steps to avoid fear.