…dawn breaks like a blow to the heart.

If e’er the sky could glisten like your eyes,
The blue of dawn before the radiant day,
When day’s begun though sun is yet to rise
All stars are lost; the color of night stays.
Or winter’s early frost which dusts the land
could in that petty hour before the light
Be taken up in some ephemeral hand
And cast across the morning’s cobalt height,
The beauty of your soul would mirrored be
Across the coruscating firmament.
To bid the night to stay, the sun to flee
The time before the dawn made permanent
And in the night where peace can touch the soul,
Would be your gaze to ever make me whole.

Set your sights out west, my friend
And know that on your back
Will always rest the dawn. Follow not
These golden roads paved by fools
Where every toll asks payment from
The only treasure one would hate to lose.
Pull the reigns on your hurried pace, and
Sing to silence when it calls your name.

At the crack of a new dawn,
I opened the window of my heart and invited:
Love to shelter,
Fragrance of flowers to diffuse,
A spring of hope to bloom,
Blue butterflies to dance,
Nightingale birds to sing,
And nature to chant with her silent language!

Hussein Dekmak

She's gone
left so many
wonderful memories of love.
She's grown
between
dawn and dusk.

at the furthest
                        reach from me,

somewhere on the other side
                        of these lucid hills,

a box of sun has been
                        opened,

cut into manageable
                        pieces,

and given to all the young
                        dreaming denizens,

to blow with all
                         they have

inside their strong little
                         lungs--
                               ­     up,
                                          up,
                                                upward
into the sky,

circulating light
                          until it dawns as us all.

grass wet with cold dew
the dawn light bathes me anew
asleep beside you

In you I left a little kiss
A speck on lip of lip.
Like a leaf may
On a leaf spring-coated
Before it slides off and off
And into the brown below.
Like a star may,
On the window of a house
Cold in houses cold.

I lingered by the shores of you
Dried, a bone,
Memorising the hues of
A sweet, sweet marrow—
In sun it glittered, in moon sang—
In you, in you, you.

This restless room—
And ants devour around
With their fast steps and abdomens angry
And a scene of us
Through deep, hardened dirt, I dig out:
You held a garland, of foliage weaved,
I smiled a kingdom
All alive and gold.

And the young leaf will forget
Of the rusty feather
That stumbled past it,
One young dawn—
And the house
In houses lone,
Will sublime
In the day’s pretty love, but

In the blue, a bottled letter—
Too small a gift
For an illiterate sea, but
Hold it it does still,
In its secretive embrace.

So, when you born
To an arid tree—
And in blood of stars I wade
As down descends
The sky we built,
Do not cut open the insects
In your frenzied search for me—
All the kingdoms
Could I smile
In you I left with their riches and green.

Dried, a bone, I
Remember the hues
Of a sweet, sweet fruit—
In blooms it blooms, in stars
On frosted windows
In you, in me, you.
So, when I sway
In this lovely quiet,

You sway too
In the dawn.
And born you
Then born you
And reborn on a spring—
In you lives a little kiss
And wilt you,
It wilts.