Dawn Of Time

• Annelise Unger
• Poetry
• 2004

The mountains slowly wake, from winter slumber of age
The child slowly turns yellowing page by yellowing page.
The baby softly cries, abandoned, blue and beige.
The crocuses quietly poke green spears toward the sun
The counting of the Dawn of Time has only just begun.

The sheep quietly eat, amongst golden ears of corn
While their little fluffy lambs curl up to mum and yawn
You and I are as one, we only did just meet
Now the toll’s been taken, our lovely dash been done
The counting of the Dawn of Time has only just begun.

The kids are bright and active, dancing on the grass,
The ship is sailing into port, cuts sails from the mast.
Noiseless clouds and drifting birds cast shadows as they pass.
All this happened long ago, when I was very young,
Now my aged poem is through, my soundless song is sung.