DAWN ABOVE THE CLOUDS

Oh! Sweet, sweet Sunshine!
I see your bright face
In the golden moonshine,
Glistening there on the airplane’s wing.
I see your laughing eyes sparkle
In the stars above
And I only want to sing.
I see your pale, white face
In the clouds below,
But most of all
I see your sad, sad heart
In the infinite, cold, blue heavens,
And how it wants to flee,
Yearning for the softness
Of a faithful love
To heal you back to life
With joy in every moment,
And every moment without strife;
A kindness only God can show,
Maybe through me in a candle’s glow.
Ah! Morning breaks the purple darkness
In a line
Of pink
And white
And blue,
So clear and pure
It staggers me
Just to see
What sunshine’s power can be:
To lift my heart
With hope for you
Like ruby red and diamond dew;
A gift of God
No man can give.
It bans our fears
And dries our tears
So we can live;
So we can give
A cup of wine
Amid the sweet sunshine.


Cy, 1988.