Dawn’s Gift of Peace

There is a magic hour

When hush and stillness reign,

Nature’s been wooed to sleep

By the sea’s lapping waves.

 

Amidst this truce of dawn

Nostalgia dwells in dreams,

Our wild thoughts lulled to rest

And idle hopes redeemed.

 

A lucent sapphire sky

With hems of amber wine,

Enchants us with a spell

That’s peaceful and divine.