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Dawn at Zacatel


We crossed the narrows just before the dawn

And caught the sunrise through an avenue of palms.


Alone.

You stand alone.

Radient, your spirit spreads its presence

Into my life

Like the rising sun

Over the gentle waves, softly lapping

Against the edge of the warm white sand

Spreading its warmth, its colour and light

The promise of a new day, rebirth and renewal

Among the still towering palms, stretching

Forever and beyond

Along the road

That is my life. 

 © Philip Knight 2018