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Dawn
A barrier of clouds surround the horizon.
If you were here, I know you would reciprocate
your clarity of beauty onto the infinite space
of the sky
as the sleeping sun rises into our eyes.
The crescendo from violet to gold.
Solar beams penetrate the tinted lens of our view.
There are few moments in time that can make us:
warm again,
happy again,
with the daily grace of the sun.
But you are not here,
and you do not want to be here, with me.
On this soft bed,
this sinking shore.
So I look to the sun in vain,
absorbing his rays; in solitude.
In turn I become the absentee reflector.
That which wanders the nights alone; the moon.
Reflecting
into
an ungrateful black abyss.
For our sake,
I will continue to wander, to change shape,
to morph ideals,
until
one lonely night, you decide to look up.
