The measure of light

It's break of a dawn

and you seem to remember

all those sounds that were gone

through the ages of dark.

There's a moonlight on curtain lace

falling down on your sleepy face

gently calling for standing up

in the break of a dawn.

Holding hands in our awe

beyond fear and a trembling.

Joining in the cascade, ye,

of that feeling of rise.

Like two elves from Forest lands,

unexpected, but welcomed friends,

celebrating the joy of life

in the break of a dawn.

Let your worries be gone

on the shores of appeasment.

It's a rest we've been longing

for too many years;

There's no road to the mistery

if you are properity of history,

our allegiance lays far beyond

in the break of a dawn.

Whatever we'd had to say ,

we'd rather pretend.

It's something between me and you,

in the measure of day.

You do what you want to do

and I'll understand,

just follow your own way,

but you never

leave me.

N. Fiser