dawn

Its five in the morning, I can see the first rays of sun trying to penetrate through this grey sky, trying to change its color to dark blue, and declare the dawn, but its strange, dawn and dusk both have the same color, both have same murky feel about them, but how different is their nature, one exemplifies the end, while the other symbolizes a new begining.. but is that end the end of hopes or end of sorrows.. or is that begining the begining of a new life or new difficulties which lie ahead... we cant ever figure it out... its all written and thats what destiny is....
Every begining can be a new end and every end can be a new begining...

One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.

If I had a penny for everything I love about you, I would have many pennies.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature ~ the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight, A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair, Like twilights too her dusky hair, But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

But he is risen, a later star of dawn.

Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?

Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.