The Lullaby Of Dawn Poem by Luis Alberto Riveros

In the sacred temple of dawn,
I hear her voice sweetly calling me,
“wake up little son.”

Birds chirping the new morning song
delighting the audience of countless flowers,
who applaud the advent of light in a chord
in a new day for embracing the Lord

That freshness is the aroma of life
nurturing the spirit to be alive
just as a holy scripture touches the mind
or faithful love pierces the heart

As the wind pronounces our names
the mystery of freedom still remains
for love is meant to be free
untamed, ready to break all chains

Alive.

Without inner fight.
means to behold the pristine sky
mesmerized in the reflection of its might
but only with the beauty of an open heart.