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Dawn breaks silently, almost willfully,

behind the cold cloud screen of nighttime

reluctant to show its sun god face.

I stay hidden, quiet in the shadows.

A ray escapes and falls,

illuminates the grey Atlantic

rebelling against the oppressive darkness.

More prisms soon drop from the turning sky,

an altar to their glowing deity.

I wait ‘til the dancing beams touch my face

then close my eyes in homage

and creep away over silent sand.