The ashes of dawn

As the day departs,
deflated dreams linger
and darting branches dance
among the shadows of divinity.

Dusk beckons
the last rays of the sun
to descend upon the dreams of night
and rekindle the sacred fire
which burns within.

Awakening once again,
ginko blossoms bloom,
closing their accounts
with winter's gloom.

And the broom of day
sweeps up the ashes of dawn,
remnants of desires
unfulfilled too long,
the soul's passion
ne'er made in to song.