:: Realization ::
The False Dawn
A breath of fresh airOr so it seems
A burgeoning glow on the horizon
Viridity of a fresh-water stream
A bright new start you say
Expectations new and crisp
Like a baby out on the first day
Emotions none but a mere wisp
Floating still is the mind and soul
In the ephemeral joy that time beholds
Once the body hits the sand
It is rocky and rough once again
A dream that dissolves into reality
The mind chooses what it wants to see
For when the languor is gone
You know it is but a false dawn
Hamid
06 January 2008
1455H
