Dawn in Gentle Breathing
How lovely are the rooftops of the city
While turning sleepers rest beneath the sky,
Dreams that rise to scattered night clouds journey,
Fragments of the grasped eternal fly
Endless trains and ships of sail and motor,
Pilots of the wings of morning steer,
Those on foot contend with heavy weather,
Others like the doves can feel no fear
How lovely are the moonlight and the street light
Before the songs of morning start to sing,
The silence of immensity is bright
Above the canvas of Our Lord the King
Sleepers rise, awake, the tomb is hollow,
Come and see the One who is arisen,
That which in their dreams the dreamers follow
Has broken free from every stone and prison
Silence now, the sky of April brightens,
The second dream’s immensity begins,
And now the north of east begins to lighten
And dawn in gentle breathing brings the winds
Pavel
April 24, 2011
