the dawn

and this is the dawn they speak of
the dawn steadily coming over midnight's hill.
the dawn that came to someone else's rescue.
i have never felt this dawn;
never felt its warmth
or seen its brightness.
but i have watched it rise on others' hills.
never mine.
but is dawn now come for me?
that midnight's hill would've soon consumed me
if foot holds and hand holds stayed hidden any longer.

warm, bright dawn.
you've come my way.
or was it that you always shone on me
but i never saw
because i had my head down.