Still Waters

Glistening with promise, the water lies still; as dew on the dusky night wanes;
Seductively whispering, the time has drawn near, with dawn down the heartache has lain.
Crimson crescendos dance softly upon, the surface as ripples deny;
The mirrored reflection of solace and then, the nighthawk bequeaths his last cry.
An opus of crickets lull the nightlife to sleep, as the killdeer arise to the dawn;
While new life stirs timidly 'neath covers of hedge, soft nuzzles to comfort while gone.
Caressing with hope, the gentle breeze sways and prairie grass bends o're the plains;
With visions of laughter the morning dove sings, a sonata soft like evening rain.
When suddenly bursting with radiant gold, the heavens in harmony collide;
As a heart once thought wounded beyond destiny's reach, awakens in still water's tides.

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