Daybreak poem by Dyfed Lloyd Evans
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Daybreak
Come, waken from your sleep, a new day dawns
As Khepra trundles forth the solar barge of Ra
The crimson robe of dawn bedecks the sky
Apollo’s chariot ascends from out the East
Awake, my child, awake to meet the day!
From ocean birthed the sun climbs overhead
To reign in cloudless sky on winter realm
See now, his shadow forms unroll
Announcing that the night is truly gone.
‘Rouse, my child, to greet Aurora’s form.
Dawn chorus trills across th morning dew
The giant oaks a-rustling in the warming breeze
And life is stirring on the farmer’s fields
As mist unrolls to bare the valley floor.
Arise, my child, and see the glory of the morn.
Come smell the freshness in the air,
The frosty bite to thrill your warming blood
Look out upon the tapestry of life
For Beli wakes to shine upon the land.
Delight, my child, and share this daybreak dawn.
As Khepra trundles forth the solar barge of Ra
The crimson robe of dawn bedecks the sky
Apollo’s chariot ascends from out the East
Awake, my child, awake to meet the day!
From ocean birthed the sun climbs overhead
To reign in cloudless sky on winter realm
See now, his shadow forms unroll
Announcing that the night is truly gone.
‘Rouse, my child, to greet Aurora’s form.
Dawn chorus trills across th morning dew
The giant oaks a-rustling in the warming breeze
And life is stirring on the farmer’s fields
As mist unrolls to bare the valley floor.
Arise, my child, and see the glory of the morn.
Come smell the freshness in the air,
The frosty bite to thrill your warming blood
Look out upon the tapestry of life
For Beli wakes to shine upon the land.
Delight, my child, and share this daybreak dawn.
I recall this poem's inception in 1999. It was one of those mornings in the juncture between witer and spring. The nights were still frosty but when the sun rose in the morning it was bright and warm. It was that crux point between the true old year and the new (which is why the new year for Romans began in March) and the new year for the ancient Celts began in November (before the inception of Winter). The juncture between the old year and the new is echoed in the discourse between the parent and the child. Each level of existence echoing the other.
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