Lavender Nightsky

The sky takes the colour of a white rose kissed by a small nightingale.
The sea is vast as always and calm as if she's listening to a lullaby.
The sand,cold beaneath our feet and a gentle breeze is blowing,
making all of our senses awake.
And yet we realize it's not about the colour nor about the sea
or the sun that's about to come out of it's lair.
It's not about the hour where we feel we want to close our eyes and rest there lost in "always" and the "never".
It's all about the whispers...We whisper "words of dawn" filled with awe as we die soflty under the merciless new day.
Will we be reborn today?It's a risk.Everything's a risk nowdays for dawn is disconnected from birth.It still keeps its ability to kill but it is so very frightened to breed...
What kind of lullaby could reassure it and make it love us again?
What kind of calming words would be its guide to the evolution of ours souls?
(I used to be certain that souls existed,now I'm not so certain anymore)
And why do we ignore its hollow warnings?