The Dawn

Don't be afraid of dawn. 

Where my sentences end you begin yours.

 Where our pain ends, start writing your poems. 

At times the dark skies show us things the day could never do. 

Falling stars fulfilling the wishes, distant moon making us fall in love, all that twinkle both near and far, can we see the beauty when the day is shining brightly in his Armor? 

Beauty of silence of the nights let's me peek into the hidden man and child playing with words which otherwise would be forgotten under the noisy morning skies.
At times I wonder why do the words love the night skies? 

They say night is full of pain while the day brings hope.

 What good is hope without pain? 

If hope was beauty, pain is romance describing the beauty. 

For the night gives us the chance to dream and conceive memories and the day a chance to remember them.

 Where the night ends the day begins, where my sentences end you begin yours.