...and in the East, the Dawn was Breaking...

 and the world was waking, any dream will do.

A Crash of Drums

a Flash of Light

My golden coat flew out of sight; colors faded into Darkness; 

I was Left Alone.

May I return to the beginning?  The light is dimming, and the Dream is too.  The World and I, we are still waiting, anticipating, any Dream will do...