"But it is not the music of escape that echoes in my ears; In this moment it is a welcoming sort of song of daylight drawing near."
You are really painting a triumphant picture of the emotions that arise for you with the sight of the sun.
The section where you start each stanza with: "It is a...a..." The first read it was sort of fragmented to me. But upon a second read I found that quite the opposite. This divergence in the form lead to focusing on getting a full perspective of the sun in your eyes.
ahh yes, the sunrise- quite romantic. always to the east! a wonderful ode to the night's defeat. a sunrise... this one seems more like a nature piece (but thats just probably me, ive been seeing nature pieces everywhere.) but very still very human, and retains the very romantic notions.
you weave it masterfully from beginning to end, and you sound like a meastro during rehearsals in front of an orchestra, and then, your audience arrives:
"And all is at once found; as I smile to see the sunrise ever-shining in your eyes."
that last stanza was just a sublime touch, and one can tell you were meticulous of your word choice in the senses. the more i read it, the more i see the maestro conducting the sunrise itself. his baton striking the air and leaving saffron streaks with every swift swish of his skilled hand.