~ Dawn ~


I let the blossom slip
gently through my fingers
no longer steady in my grip,
softly caressing the water,
floating on its stream.

All worry seems relieved
as the white petal fondles the surface,
innocence finally retrieved,
a lost gift restored,
unholiness undone.

A day between life
and death
a day without strife,
a kindling peace
amidst the skies.