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Dawn
Tonight we sit in silent contemplation
Hoping to hold back the coming dawn
tomorrow rolls inexorably on
with no compassion to our fears
we sit upon the stone cold wall
listening to the world’s nightly call
I hold your hand and you hold mine
Waiting for the morning chime
Dew rests upon the blades of grass
Condensation trickling on single pane glass
Night calls tweet to woo
Only heard by a lonely few
Rivers of z’s float from a million throats
Stars move across the heavens
In bakers kitchens bread leavens
The place we sit is all alone
night cold seeps into my bone
Yet I don’t mind for with you my bodies blind
There are no toils or hills to climb
When your hand sits in mine
The sun breaches the horizon
And a new day born
Birds welcome it with songs of praise
At its beauty we do gaze
You lean in and kiss my cheek
And just like that you welcome a new week
