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Instrumental version of my vocal setting of my father’s poem “Order of the Day”
AT DAWN
The new light softly streams,
Through the lace curtains,
And I try to mend my dreams
Till I’m myself again.
AT NOON
I look into the sky,
Where cirrus clouds collide,
Laze in the summer light,
While the breeze talks to me.
AT EVENING
A time for rose-red thought,
Long shadows casting,
Memories fleeting,
Fading and fraught.
AT DUSK
Dusk is for grieving,
And for private tears.
Perhaps for believing
Despite what we fear.
At Dawn …. At Noon …….
At Evening …….
At Dusk ….At Dusk ….
© S N Solomons June 16th 2009