Dawn

The idea here is that someone learns in time not only that other people have needs, but that by giving of yourself, you learn that you find new life as well.

Sitting there in morning’s night

Warmed by a coat of feigned projection

Man basks beneath his self-made light

And reads alone for self-protection

As noonday nears light peeks its head

To penetrate this blackest world

Allowing man to peek outside

And find it walked by other men

And suddenly he feels alone

But again he sits upon his throne

When evening comes light’s pouring through

But still it’s cold inside his home

And still he wears his thickened coat

And still he sits and reads alone

Then night appears

A night that calls

A night that bleeds effusive light

Sunning men outside in cold

Outside in worthless, bitter cold

He peeks outside to greater need

But turns again to see his chair

To see his chair that calls him there

And all the self-made light and books

And all the coats he wore before

And all the walls that shield him from

The wind and cold and rain and snow

Seem now to him a worthless show

With brightened view and opened door

He bades to those who need the warmth

A child comes first

But still he’s cold

Despite the warmth within that place

The only comfort left to give

Is the very one he wants the most

Man turns to child with fine intent

And gives to him his favorite coat.

Both are warmed by truest light

Inside an opened, brightened home

No longer will his books befriend

No longer will he sit alone.