But A Dawn Away

by Nin

As the evening wind blows,

whispering leaves echo your name.

Endless repertoire of eddying rainstorm

brings tiny teardrops on my patio door;

each mist sparks glistening memories

of you and nothing more.

I see myself on the hazy glass

writing words of the past

searching for dreams that may last.

And like morning clouds kneeling

on the unmoving mountain slopes,

praying for that mythical day;

always we are but a dawn away.

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One Response to “But A Dawn Away”

1. manonton dalan says:
   May 9th, 2008 at 5:21 am

   after dawn

   bouncing door on whim of the wind
   must have been open; broken hinges
   light bulb hanging by cord; crack lens
   bright lantern to those passing friends
   leaves gathering to a pretty mound
   sprinkle of yellow covering ground

   cobblestone claim, crawling grass win
   shrubs reaching out scattered; crane
   peeling paint from once luster pane
   a candle light glow to almost dim
   wandering mind; reading poem
   mythical journey; a proud theme

   with a gush, murmuring lights bring
   kaleidoscope of love came pouring
   pausing breath, embracing eyelashes
   heaving chest, gentle touching lips
   a quick steps of muted tune, keeps
   dreams, by watchful eye of the moon
   whispers to smiling sun after dawn

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