The Dawn is Here

Thoughts burn,

And then,

As the morning sun melts the night,

The past, too melts, away

And with it,

Fears and misgivings about the future.

The present remains,

Not as a fetter or compromise,

But bathed in peace,

In tranquility.

A strange sense of calm

Pervades the being.

Flowing, coursing, pulsing through it painlessly,

Filling it with a transparency,

And even happiness and joy.

Turn pale by comparison.