A Warm Dawn

Light creeps over the two kindred portals;

Waves stir, and stars hide under its rife kiss.

While the sand's warm touch mimics a mortal's,

Not forgotten is both kingdoms abyss.

Fragments of a Goddess in changing hues.

The silence speaking to a growing rot.

Turned to marble, listening to the muse—

"There is more," It said..."There is more," I thought.

It's past now, but the soft waters glimmer.

The roused sky a remnant of the divine.

I am flesh again. And all brief sinner,

Though lulled like an infant after the sign.

What other way to tell us to keep on?

But in gifting us another warm dawn.