The Goddess of Dawn

By stars, she plots the day's dawning,
And gathers the sun, still yawning,
Paints the sky with soft orange stroke,
Unveiling all from darkness' cloak.

She ends the dreams that are so dear,
Calling souls and ground to cohere.
Mortals wake to breathless vision,
Of the blazing heavens' fission.

She commands all things to begin,
But over ends she can not win.
For the splendor that comes with morn,
By day will fade and become worn.

Her smile glowing with pearly light,
Shines her eyes with endless twilight.
As she fades, wishing to prolong,
She gives flight to night with her song.
Her hair -the golden gift of dawn,
Light! I awake, Aurora is gone.