The Sun That Set At Dawn Or Candle In The Wind Poem by Maureen Oby Iwueke Gbagir

Dawn answers gently, the night's lonely cry
Spreading uncertainly like a lover's gentle smile
From up the hazy, muggy sky
The night bird's hoot is fading from a mile

With a soft touch to the sill
The flood of joy it can bring
The windows let in the spill
As back and forth they swing

The sun hovers up on the hill
It is reward for the patient tarry
Of all the things untouched still
You are the reason this burden I carry

But there is sadness in your eyes
And tears like water, drip down the tiles
Like the winter that goes home to spring
You are the reason that I must go...

For morning has come.