The Countdown. 3 days left

I leave Madagascar in three days. I am not sure my heart knows what to feel. It is sad, eager, and moving continuously. I do have my words though, and what I cannot speak, I have written. Without this opportunity, and all the love and support that came with it, I know that these poems would not have come to me in the same light. With that, I am posting one of my “blurbs” each day until I leave this wonderful country as an initial countdown, to a heartfelt goodbye, if nothing else. ---------Breaking Dawn--------- The darkness is a song. People, Start with the dawn and chickens Call while women wait, and it is Really nothing at all. The only ones who hear, Greet the same dawn, and it breaks; A man’s back, the scorching heat, and Every children’s cry, it all starts to die, And with the night, is welcomed light. The fire touches the rain and it is good, To drink and to thirst again. And to start and finish a day With the same darkness, It is something special, To say, that we sleep and awake again, And it is silence with sound. A song awaiting the voice of dawn.