Dawnbreak Blues

It's getting near that time

just before the light dims the dark

Right before the sky turns grey

Right before the dawn

Someone's playing the blues outside 

and that's is to me

completely alright

You see this is the very moment

this is the time

When a dawnbreak blues can be played

and no one minds that it's around

It's not so much of it's sadness

nor because of loneliness

but just a mellow story of love lost

and memories now long-since gone

Passing through the early morning 

it is a ghost and a herald

Hear ye, hear me, 

hear us all perhaps

Who knows, who cares

it's alright

just like that

So these words are for that music 

outside my window

in November

Two thousand

and fourteen

Time flies, does it not

but so does a mind

attuned so softly

to the dawnbreak blues

here outside