dawn leached into the sky
an inverse mirror to the tea that brewed into the water
dawn
lighten my darkness
Sunrise there, way over there,
Way over beyond where the earth bends its shoulder
To see where the morning might come from
Sunrise that colour, the colour of that flower,
That flower, oh you know it,
That flower whose heads hang on the sunken green footways
Where carts used to trundle
And the cumulonimbus, the clouds that a child drew,
The clouds of a fluffy-inked ankle tattoo,
They now frame the distance of soon silver linings
And the sunrise lightens my darkness.
you live to the south
you live to the south
waking in winter you see the sun before me
evenings I climb the highest hill
to hold it in my eyes a little longer
until suddenly like hope it slides away
sunrise or so
sunrise or so it must have been
beyond the fog the castle
beyond the clouds my thoughts run wild
Birds are awake
Birds are awake
Dawn does not break in silence
Dawning
dawning
are you wakening
stirring turning
from your dreams
dawning
as the light flows
as your freedom grows
as your time begins
dawning
I am evening
cool moon shining
soft eyes close
dawning
are you wakening
stirring turning
in my dreams
light to dark to light
dawn a kiss on a loved one’s forehead
nightfall a touch on a loved one’s cheek
I ran through the dark
I ran through the dark
I ran through the winter snow
The dawn will break soon
Daybreak makes my day
Daybreak makes my day;
the lowering of the winter evening brings a soft end to the struggle.
Then dreams until they are broken.
Drums
The gulls down the chimney sounded discordant brass, the foxes ripped cardboard with a wettened yell, the crack of dawn drummed