At The Window before Dawn

At the window before dawn

lives a placid void, a breeze

almost dies

Amidst a silence's silent rise

Outside the window tides are kissing the coast

And retreating 

Into a soothing vastness, gulls caw 

At the moon's flourescence-

At the window before dawn

A story cries

A mother opens the door

For his lost son's loyal wife. 

Dates change. Habits suffice

The blue dimness of passing time.

Yesterday's torn letter arrives

In pieces one has to join, for the sun

to carefully rise

at the window before dawn

A strange light spreads it's epidemic

Into a city which smiles

A butterfly flies

Clouds disperse their orange whiskers

Into a morphing sky

A people join, a songs lies

Vacant to be sung

By another night.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

How different each of us sees the days and nights given to us in this life

[Emily B]

so much of longing, of light