The Coming of Dawn







Deepest night
dark or light
shadow or bright
hold me
against he coming of dawn
in whose truth
I wake
sorrow so great
my soul grieves
for the loss
of something never known '
you are the love
that should have been
should be now
never to meet
heart's obsession
wonderful desire
simplistic fantasy
given seed by lonliness
bordering on insanity
or he brilliance of creativity
sparking need
in the wastlands
I wander aimlessly
so cold it burns







©by: Karen Damon





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