Dawn
The broken analogies
Written at different times
Unseen ironies
Read between the lines
The pencil’s marks
Drawn about the night
Of little sparks
Of things that have might
The life’s dreams
The wishes that hope may come
Or the bridge that seems
A cross to the sun
And now nears dawn
The light creeps in
With seeds sown
In the heart’s within
What things to hold
What things to let go
I feel the cold
Because in me you grow
So dawn I greet
And hope for the best
That again we’ll meet
And again I’ll hear you jest
Six moons and two
Until I come back
In my heart I’ll keep you
Because you’re a part of me…
