A quiet sunrise
A morning aware
Slowly awakening
A dulling once bare
Now full.
Something suddenly warm,
That had been frozen,
Slowly drip drip dripping
Penetrating deeply
Now aflame.
What once stood empty,
Flows in torrents flooding.
Brimming surging bubbling,
Over banks and out of wells,
Now laughing.
Silence in tranquility,
Peace in stillness beckoning,
Athirst is this desire,
Never quenched wanting more
Ever New