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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.