The Dawn Cracks

Dazzling through the window,
As I lay still on my mats,
Pending on my worries.
The fingers of dawn combs,
Striking through the sprawling lawn.

The new day emerges,
Luring to day's activities.
A pace multiplies,
Receiving a beckon from the curtains,
Beholding the gleaming dawn.

Puzzled while thou stumbled,
Directing to thy waking moments,
Shattered the tangled torments.
Behold the gleaming dawn.