A Golden Dawn.

Every glow begins and ends with her.

The world is bright
when she is near,
a golden dawn
that chases fear.

Her laughter spills
like morning light,
painting the gray
in colors bright.

And dark again
when she’s not here,
a shadow-veil
that draws too near.

The stars forget
their silver fire,
the sun hangs low,
a dying pyre.

In empty rooms
her echo stays,
a whispered warmth
in hollow days.

I count the hours
till she returns,
each minute stretched,
each heartbeat burns.

For she’s the spark
that wakes my soul,
the quiet storm
that makes me whole.

Without her touch,
the flowers fade,
the music stills,
the dreams unmade.

But when she comes,
the world ignites,
a blaze of joy
in endless lights.

So let the hours
rush swift and true,
bring her to me,
my sun, my muse.