Dawn\'s army through heaven gleams
the ruby-sky with radiant hues
birthing the first caws of spring
and laboring the enclosed womb.
The child born of seismic dreams
mothered, the ground on which light spies--
its father from the heavens seems
to scorn and frown its quaking cries.
Hail, O child of the dawn
dropping from the moon\'s hubric skin
unearthing the essence of the calm,
drive, you, forward night\'s dark will.
The day brings forth the thrust of night--
dawn\'s child unends the dusk.